His Own Tragedies
So i guess this is it,
getting no where
rather fast.
I can't seem to
live down the past.
The wandering stray.
Such the untimely outcast.
His closest friends, or are
they his enemies.
Dragging him down
into their dirt.
Won't they leave him
to his own tragedies?
For all he wants to do
is walk the straight and narrow.
Their intent on pushing him
off the path.
And Now he's locked out of his house
and all he wants to do is take a bath..................
Copyright © David Gouse | Year Posted 2007
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