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Digging

I push through, Doors of the mind, Only to find, Faded joy and, Reckless emotion, It gives me the notion, That life will forever be jaded, Even if the day comes- When I’ve made it, I’m haunted in my head, Too often seeing red, Lies pierce soul, Lose all control, Of what may be, Live and be free, I doubt it, Yet shout it, Will we ever see peace? Will I ever meet Greece? My life of pondering, Life of wandering, Never knowing if, I take that next step, Will I slip and fall?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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