Strife
the people in my life
have wrought me nothing but spite
i contemplate running
but my feet are cold
so i stay and fight
while dreaming of a better day
last night turned into cold
cuz i tried so hard
to get close to her
sleeping next to me
she broke me into pieces
and left me there
wallowing in dung.
Copyright © Emmanuel Balele | Year Posted 2010
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