Deprived
Pacing, searching, panicking;
can't find what I'm missing.
I'm about to lose it.
Been in this rat race
for way too long.
Don't know which way to go.
Spinning in squares, triangles, figure eights,
anything that doesn't makes sense.
Now I'm sick gonna throw up,
no remedy for me.
Just teasers of happiness
that are not for me.
A bystander observer
not allowed to have it for myself.
Copyright © Linda Snipes | Year Posted 2017
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