Land of the Living
Watched like a fool
time grew bars around me.
A trapped mind screamed
“too late to escape"!
Blocked by my last run
it brought me here.
Now I stand a lesser man.
What I looked for
“I'll never find'!
The land of the living
is killing my mind.
Copyright © John Walker | Year Posted 2009
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