Monday, November 17, 2003
Crawling home feeling empty
knowing that to be filled would
require more than I can give.
Haunted by the past, I flog
the present leaving it bruised
beaten and achingly quiet.
Every turning leaf reveals
the same view and the same path.
Can you turn over a new life?
knowing that to be filled would
require more than I can give.
Haunted by the past, I flog
the present leaving it bruised
beaten and achingly quiet.
Every turning leaf reveals
the same view and the same path.
Can you turn over a new life?
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