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Mar 2015
a clouded horizon
where no sane rationalizations
can be found, nor heard;
an empty shell
abandoned of all hope
too wise by now to wish
for a better tomorrow;
tense, scratched, tormented
abused, neglected, and broken by its tenant
and all I ask is for sweet release and a warm bed.
Copyright 3-8-2015 Elizabeth Lawrence Β©
perhaps tomorrow the sun will break through...
Elizabeth Lawrence
Written by
Elizabeth Lawrence  Massachusetts
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