Letters In a Box
Tired of hearing;
The names I've been called.
Tired of baggage;
That I've had to haul.
Bunched up in circles;
Living in ruts.
The hostile’s aren't coming;
but we're still breathing dust
Once I captured a monarch;
That was floating by me.
Now I can't stop the bleeding;
and I hope no one see's
The foolish the jokers;
Myself as the worst.
Now treading through seasons;
In a life that seems cursed.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2011
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