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By trudge Submitted by trudge Date: 2008 Dec 18 Comment on this Work [[2008.12.18.15.12.20090]] |
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For better or worse, I did what I did, Maybe not thinking, of what became un-hid. Emotions too deep, for my comprehension, Mountains too high, for my revelation. How long must I ask, "Will I understand ever?" Why is it not simple? Why am I not clever? I sob at night and shiver in morn, Brief moments of bliss are soon tattered and worn. The "King of Pain" still wafts between my ears, It plays the same, as days grind into years. Trudge |