Epitaph

I was…

Scouted by the wind and the rain,
marched through a puddle of pain,
recruited by the mud and the dirt,
a foot upon a road of hurt.
Dissected from the grey matter of sanity,
spun into the garments of vanity.
Kicked by the heels of persuasion,
blinkered on every occasion.
Set adrift upon a changeless tide,



Born ,

Lived,

Died.




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