Distraction
Locked within my little room
Trying To work things out
A knock at the door is sudden doom
My words ending I could shout
I've lost my train of thought
Oh where can it be found
And long before its caught
Once again they pound
Innocence is at the door
Through which they cannot see
Yes distraction I do abhor
But I'll just lit it be
Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2014
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