Plight
Sometimes late in the night, When there is not mush light, The things I have to fight, Are way beyond human sight, Another plane is their path of flight, To resist mental capture takes all my might, Always how have they the right, For these bonds they are so tight, So I guess this is my plight
Copyright © Jay Moore | Year Posted 2018
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