Desperate Soul


Catching on to something which is less than a whisper

A whimsical fancy, a spec of imagination 

That something, somewhere might just click 

A happy ending to a forever after 

Or is there more to the story than pages being written 

How much longer can the writer count on the word bank

Desperate souls, eat away at rotten things just to get away

And fate tempted like Rumplestiltskin says 

“I know a desperate soul when I see one.” 

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