Lost
As much as I walk
Yet a heavy climb, still below the stalk
Direction in front me
Still no direction, on such a simple trip
Hoe my mind it tares at the seems
Fingers sore, aa I lose my grip.
Copyright © Daniel Stafford | Year Posted 2015
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