Insult To Injury
A horde of thoughts and Revelations,
All which beg to be perceived
Return my Woe and devastation-
Give back to me the need to grieve!
In Youth had found true elation,
A childhood I'd never leave
For Life is lived in desperation
(If that Truth is to be believed)
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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