Poem 398 – I Am Dead, Or So I Wish

I am dead, or so I wish,
For that would end this pain,
Which stabs and cuts and burns me
Returning like the refrain
Of one of those songs that has no end
But circles around and around,
Though at such merry carousing,
I am nowhere to be found,
For I am dead, or so I wish,
For that would end this…

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