Coliseum
I’m not a good daughter
I should be a martyr
put out for slaughter
becoming life’s fodder
The things that I
oughta be a parta
aren’t gonna be one
of the things that’s under
my wing that I dare
not bring to the table
cause I’m unable to
remain stable for long
periods of time the
things to define pushed
outta my mind into a
big mess I’m under
duress, full of distress
I must confess I gotta get
better spelled out to the
letter be a go getter
under a spell heading to
hell not feeling to well in
this pel mel state that I’m
in filled up with sin unable to
win continually thrown from
one to another become such a
bother created a fable now I’m
unable to give it a label
other than life day after day, sinking
in stealing away my very heart
my very soul the dearest things
that I behold in my eyes are lost
to me not being seen
not being found I
am astounded by my
lethargy can’t get help from the clergy
even though this is an
emergency I can’t manage very well
my assets are shot to Hell
none of this going over well
back to the pit
ready to go out in
the lights
another lion to entice
Copyright © Brenda Glotfelty | Year Posted 2006
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