The Dealer
Sell my soul by the gram
empty on the inside
surrounded by ghosts
careful of my step
I walk on eggshells
around puddles of pain
suffocated by clouds of angst
in fear of tomorrow
and the consequence
today may bring
Copyright © April Dobson | Year Posted 2005
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