The Eleventh HourA Poem by Fran MarieInner turmoil strikes my mind tortured and trapped inside out, in doubt emotional chaos everytime
Bogged down,bugged up sinking lower to the daily grind disturbed under high pressure disappointment compounded leisure time unfounded
Turning, burning candles with no wicks left work loads, debts and bills increasing dollar bills shrink always decreasing worries mount never ceasing
All time to no time, mere delusions pipe dreams, just foggy illusions shifting gears in life causing strife tears,fears and confusions
Roll over Rover in this dog eat dog world play dead, don't get ahead ok with the KO 10 count and you're defeated nip, pull, tug away at your dream no 15 minutes to claim fame with life completed the eleventh hour has arrived so it would seem
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