A Different State
A battle with a dark past
What should have been
Still alive and here to last.
Promises and words liquefy
Standing without a thought
Nothing will begin to solidify.
Sitting in a fog with no clue
Feeling tired after a long fight
Frustration is an ugly stew.
Strangulation for the voice
The one lost down inside
Silence is bliss, now rejoice.
Copyright © Lynn Batson | Year Posted 2013
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