Substance of My Failure
Turning the pages of your inner breathe
Somehow this is all you have left
You seek refuge in the thrash
While cowering in the tall grass
You wonder
As you ponder
You shiver
as you give all shaking, you quiver
At last no one cares
Wonderments of distortions you share
What am I to do
Who are you to choose
All I have to give is my last breathe
You go right I am in awe I go left. . .
10/24/17
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
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