My Reailty
My Reality
'tis a far cry from perfection;
however, I'm the owner.
What there is to accept,
may not always be.
It is, still a possession:
With which, none can reckon.
Not even the closest of friends,
can Ridicule.
Taking months of deliberation
and years of painstaking work,
Hoping just to obtain mediocraty,
I tire at the thought of future.
Each passing day,
bringing more strife, I
Copyright © Lynn Elaine Fuller | Year Posted 2016
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