Category : Poems

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Another fumbling scenario
The scarecrow
Yet it's starting to make sense more
That's becoming clear
Time to stop fighting so hard
Let it all be barred
Like it's hung on the closet rod
Waiting to be heard.
Time stands still once more
A soul and heart
Doomed to feel more for them
Than they ever will I.
"I pitty the fool."
What a statement.
Free myself of demons
That make me feel I'm not worthy.