My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
Saturday, December 10, 2016
It could happen...... All around the world! Peace Love and happiness
I can't seem to be turned on
perhaps I'm broken
perhaps I'll die before I know
my life was not in vein
Perhaps ......
the morning dew will moisten my eye lids
awaken me
and I will get to live
Perhaps....
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