NO WAY OUTA Poem by Phil Roberts
I fall and fall
And don't hit the floor I crawl and crawl And can't reach the door There's no way out of here No-one gets out alive After all these broken years I should know better than try So I wrestle with my fears Until the day I die By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on August 24, 2016 Last Updated on August 24, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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