I feel like I'm tredding water. Trying to get some where but losing energy and I call out for help but I don't eaven get a floater. Its painful. Its Scary. It makes me angry! Now You get to see me angry! I don't turn green. I turn cold. I calculate. Revenge is a dish that's not easy to make.
I am looking for work anything that will help me to keep going until I can get to where I want to go. I just hope the dour is open when I get there, assuming i get there at all. The next days, weeks, month will be crucial!
There will be a new poem this wednesday
No comments:
Post a Comment