fighting the dark my evil isn’t out
lack of purpose , make’s me shout
strolling through memory’s all lined in gold
frustrating me now , future’s on hold
moods are all calm , but sense’s are high
healing and learning can’t all be implied
sickness has plagued , my sickness swells
the devil is in me , I’m under his spells
this monster will lose , sure to take time
up to this point I’ll make this life mine
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November 8, 2012 at 11:35 am
Reblogged this on timzauto…. in search of the blond haired kid.
November 8, 2012 at 5:34 pm
Very moving poem…Diane
November 8, 2012 at 5:36 pm
Thanks Diane ….just one of those days….T
November 8, 2012 at 5:37 pm
I certainly know what that’s like…Diane