Thursday, October 18, 2012

Day To Day

I hear your anxiety muttering
Coming from under your breath
Afraid of what the future holds
Lamenting who you have become

I’m an easy target for you
The source of all that’s gone wrong
Before me there was only good
Now only scars of what’s been

When your anger has burst
Boiled over from a long simmering
Normality somewhat returns
The story changes until next time

Written and Published by Don Leach. May not be used without permission from the author.

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