Brute In the Mirror
The minute I get out of bed
So much clutter in my head
Dangling precariously by a thread
How the hours of restful sleep have sped
Once midnight tears all shed
Morning hours awake I dread
Needing to deal with strife instead
When ever so lightly I must tread
After hurtful things were said
Targeted rumors so widespread
People unscrupulously misled
I plan to put up a front and forge ahead
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on March 12, 2019
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019
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