Out of Time
Take pity on me as I linger
I look both ways but find no solace.
Rushing, racing I speed away
but straight into a tree is where I lay...
I stumble and fall. I'm out of time.
I am pushed and shoved and pulled astray.
Rushing, racing I speed away
but straight into a tree is where I lay...
They snicker and mock and storm ahead.
To find their next victim to fool and hate.
Rushing, racing I speed away
but straight into a tree is where I...lay...
For the contest (I can't breathe, a peaceful protest...)
Meg Anderson
11-20-14
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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