Wise notion, thing in a lifetime,
a helping hand wrapped inside
a lethal, soul destroying baby.
Won't lead you,
it's pushing and a hurting no other.
Wise hurt, the pain on a brave face
gets through somehow in the weight,
the world on your heart now.
Won't lead you,
it's pushing and a hurting a little.
Wrapped up like a lethal,
soul destroying baby.
Lead you pushing and a hurting.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 434
Weight of the World
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