{"id":545,"date":"2014-12-01T13:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-12-01T13:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/2014\/12\/01\/gloomy-poem\/"},"modified":"2014-12-01T13:00:00","modified_gmt":"2014-12-01T13:00:00","slug":"gloomy-poem-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/2014\/12\/01\/gloomy-poem-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Gloomy Poem"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wrote a poem sometime of late. It sounds quite gloomy and depressive, but I guarantee you that was not its intent. I like the poem in a weird way (I might be cheating – I know the more or less tune I’d put it to), so I figured I’d share it with you all:<\/i><\/span><\/h4>\n\n\n\n
Darkness – is to walk on all alone,
is to walk all on your own,
leaves a bitter taste inside,
and your nighttime’s just inside,
and you wish that you had known –<\/p>\n

Broken – that’s the way that you will feel
when your world is not real
cause nobody’s got your side,
and you wish that they had tried,
and you wish that they had known –<\/p>\n

Hopeless – is the path your life is tread,
and you’d rather be now dead,
but you’re lying down in bed
and you see the color red,
and you wish that you had known –<\/span><\/td>\n

Chorus:<\/span><\/p>\n
That nobody’s got your back in real life,<\/span><\/div>\n
that the fight is fought on your own;<\/span><\/div>\n
that your sorrow is all that they feel,<\/span><\/div>\n
and they’ll never know how to help you.<\/span><\/div>\n

<\/span><\/div>\n
There’s a spark that grows in the night;<\/span><\/div>\n
it’s gonna come and make it alright. <\/span><\/div>\n
There’s a hope of a path better, bright,<\/span><\/div>\n
and I’m gonna make you something alright.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

<\/p>\n

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I wrote a poem sometime of late. It sounds quite gloomy and depressive, but I guarantee you that was not its intent. I like the poem in a weird way (I might be cheating – I know the more or less tune I’d put it to), so I figured I’d share it with you all: […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-545","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-my-writing","7":"category-uncategorized","8":"czr-hentry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=545"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/545\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tdspeirs.com\/oldblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}