Sores
So many times before
I have claimed to know.
These things now form sores.
Life was so simply a tour:
Look at the sun; look at the snow.
So many times before.
Now life can be called a bore:
At 5:45 will be the show.
These things now form sores.
I was obsessed with old lore:
Luke Skywalker, "Nooo!"
So many times before.
My body unscathed to the care.
Like uncooked dough.
These things now form sores.
I used to live for so much more,
Now I eat much like a crow.
So many times before,
These things now form sores.
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2008
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