Four
Slow growing inside
This beast feeds on
That which sweetens
Days turning bitter
Hope knows of maybe
What can see no end
Soon fades to empty
Life lived as today
Fear in any thought
Past is catching up
With every tomorrow
Down without weight
Copyright © ... Gigno | Year Posted 2011
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