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Nov 2010
I encountered a wall.
Looked at my avenues,
And I made a left turn.
Right turns is never,
The best way to go.
To the left I traveled,
Under the left I hid.
With no understanding,
Others doesn’t have advice to give.
Knowledge the passion,
For positive energy,
To achieve.
What am I achieving though?
Nothing seems real.
I’ve driven so long,
Wounded by the hidden darkness,
Underneath my car seat.
I looked up and it started to happen.
A car coming so swiftly,
I didn’t know what to do,
Suffering, anger, joy peace, happiness,
All in one bubble of life,
With me and you,
Love have no breakage only shatters.
If you understand that statement,
You’d understand my dilemma,
But like I said before,
No one could get any understanding,
Of this tale at all.
The Mac Truck hits me,
And I’m back in my daze.
With nowhere to turn,
I die in amaze.
Now I’m alive,
With nowhere to turn.

© RGN
© RGN - Nov./10/10
Written by
Robyn Neymour
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