Control is a IllusionA Poem by Sunshadow CoyoteMy mind is my church, The church is haunting me. Feelings only a blind man can see. You explain to friends feelings of a stranger. When you are really the one wanting to be understood. You want them to know the warning signs, without the
humility Take a bow I’ve done my part, but is that really enough to
keep my soul? I haven’t sold my soul to the devil, but my demons are
catching up on me like an arrow The game is played to win, the players are well trained, but
they face there death and loss alone. © 2012 Sunshadow CoyoteReviews
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1 Review Added on August 5, 2012 Last Updated on August 5, 2012 AuthorSunshadow Coyotenorthbridge, MAAboutI enjoy the small things. If you can perceive life at my level (few can) then well be good friends. Perspective is everything. more..Writing
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