Saturday, 11 February 2012


Who am I today
the question I pose
the answer will delay
submerged in this prose

Will the outlook be black
my spirit tainted
I fall through the crack
losing what I painted

Was I simply abandoned
traded in for another
it is all but saddened
I crawl back to my mother

When will it all end
I can't help but wonder
as I crash through this bend
happiness continues to ponder

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