Endless Maze 2-13-05
I’m sitting here on my bed
With so much on my mind
So little I can understand
through the cluttered words and the shattered dreams.
I feel although I’m in an endless maze.
My head is spinning.
The tears fall down on my confused face
and all I can do.
Copyright © Susan Dwinchick | Year Posted 2006
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