Plan B
When ev'ry soul should be in bed,
I am wide awake!
And what worried thoughts race through my head
Were made by my mistakes
Makes me question Truths I've read
Just while my stomach aches
But send me in, I'll try again-
To mend what Sorrow breaks!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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