Pity
Echoes of days gone by
Dreams once held high
Disgrace now fills that space
Desolate ...
Of all the roads to choose
A dead end
As we pass around the bend
A chosen thrill
As you came in for the kill
Every Man Has Free Will
Pity....
Copyright © Ninette Carey | Year Posted 2015
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