Insufficiency
Insufficiency rouses its head from time
time.
Drags and tugs at you: me
To pull you back to 'that place'.
That place you thought you would never
lose,
The place you did not want to be in.
A place you never thought you'd be pulled
in,
Though for a short time; that place wasn't
you.
Copyright © Lajorne Ferguson | Year Posted 2013
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