The Conviction of Deprivation
Life,
is not fair
or maybe it's
death
Deprivation
from ones we love
sorrow is it's
present
Sickness
in our minds
our bodies not in good
health
Bothersome
are the days
but the memories serve us
pleasant
Unsafe
thoughts cross the brain
by knowing you those thoughts are
Stealth
Conviction
painful with you gone
remembrance is the
penchant
Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011
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