holes.

holes.

A Poem by AnnieG

If its not one thing it is another..
 My life is a never ending cycle of bad timing,
just set backs after setbacks..
I'm constantly filling holes in my chest,
while new ones are currently being dug.
I'm beginning to feel like I will never get even or ahead in this life.

© 2014 AnnieG


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