Rooting For 8 To 5
As a child I laid on grass evergreen
With tresses expanding across vibrancy of nourished hills.
But it was there my body decayed prematurely
With stabbed chest, ashen air shortening life’s stages;
Now, men beg for lost comfort— prayers unanswered.
Contest: Rooting For 8 To 5
5 Jan 2016 submitted to nette onclaud
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2017
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