Mixed Up With the Wrong Crowd
Born into hope, a mother's
Her world, made bright for it
A cause of tears, despairing
And world's hellish despairing
To be, son did permit.
"Life are you to blame"; he roars.
Looked upon, itself, as
A bad influence. "You, life!
Thwarts what's best for one; gale-rife.
Voicing, from all sides, crass".
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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