Non-Erotic PoetrySpectreThe shadowy spectre in my mind,
clouds the life that once was mine.
No longer can the old me shine.
A life of bliss I can not glimpse.
Peace of mind is whats most missed.
My very soul has been eclipsed.
Let me out I cry!
No matter how I try,
thoughts just tumble round inside.
He gives me solace by keeping me ill.
My shadowy spectre steals my will.
Please I cry make my mind still.
Locked inside a spiritual drought.
All this turmoil brought about.
Lord please reach down and pull me out.
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