The Day Begins
Peculiar positions and no one listens
To my ever raging rants
Try to have a prolific day
But I'm trampled by Life's Elephants
Is what I feel true or real?
Gardens of Doubt, they grow, they bloom
Squeeze myself into Oblivion,
But, alas! There isn't room!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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