![]() The PainA Poem by David Brian
It covers my forehead.
It enshrines me in pain. It keeps me from life. It dizzies the days. What can I do. Where can I go. I know I'm not bad. Why doesn't she know.
© 2015 David Brian |
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Added on October 1, 2015 Last Updated on October 1, 2015 |