Ambitious
Ambition,
Lack there-of,
I pray to above,
To cure my sloth,
To cure my sin,
The rot within,
Never subsides,
Never abides,
With my plans,
I want to take flight,
To feel what the night-
Is,
I seen no cure,
No reason for war,
No reason,
For the beatings,
On the streets,
In this city,
Where no shelter is safe,
I keep my face hidden,
From the wind.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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