Drifting Through the Clouds of Living
Its not just today in fact its every other day
Where there's this and that's continually burrowing away
It never matters who you are it just simply begins
Stressed to depression leading to internal decay
Such arises and imbeds from all corners of their days
Where this and that continually keeps burrowing away
Its as if a hidden assassin simply awaits the await
Whilst the victims succumb to their eventual fade to grey.
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2023
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