Hidden
Hidden
Dead hands pressed numb cold against glass without a view
Nowhere to run mind on fire no answers to the questions
Buried deep within… bring the shovel if it will help, not
this time these answers are too far hidden.
Time won’t tell time does not heal scars that show no profit.
Let me out desperately banging on walls that were built by
someone that person was NOT me.
By : Debbie Mills Kelly ( Debbie Philly)
3/24/2014
Copyright © Debbie Mills-Kelly | Year Posted 2014
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