Power
Trail, error
here I lay as I fall one last time
posting another poem
into a beaten lie
here I lay within the hands of time
as the people before me,
I fade into the past
the thought of my life
never seemed to last
trail, error,
stranger, anger
what I needed was a home
but because of you,
I'm never alone
even in my own head
so father kill me
I want to be Dead
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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