In the wilderness
I had often thought of cardboard boxes,
bitter tears may have coated
these my feelings,
but breaking out is such a forlorn hope.
The prevailing regimen uncouples my spirit
and no wiser
is a mending heart than the crestfallen?
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
In the wilderness
I had often thought of cardboard boxes,
bitter tears may have coated
these my feelings,
but breaking out is such a forlorn hope.
The prevailing regimen uncouples my spirit
and no wiser
is a mending heart than the crestfallen?
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