FailureA Poem by JohnYet Again
Just one more defeat
to hang on the door, brush off my coat and track on the floor. Settling for less never hurt so much, but that's how it is when you can't afford a crutch. A prescribed pre-destiny is all I can afford, too bad it doesn't pay for my room and board. Worry got me here and it can set me free, if I just let go it will let me be. How many times do I have to call before you'll leave me and let me fall? Guess I'll start again, and see if I can change, pick up the pieces and try to arrange the pain.
© 2013 John |
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