I feel lost in this world
As if I was born at the wrong time
I'm lost in this world for I have not
found my place in it
Troubled by the things have seen
Over these years
Scared by the horros of this world
And all it is becoming
My fear controls my emotions and keeps
Me weak
Taken by another day that bleeds me dry
Overcast sadness tears falling like rain drops
Escape is only but a dream that is longed for
My heart knows no freedom from the hurt it
Felt
It Felt!
History
"...as if I was born at the wrong time..." is a summary line for the poem that reached out and grabbed me. If I was born in, oh, 1803 I'd be a slave and have no Dell to talk about it on. I like this time for a lot of reasons. Bad times happen. So do good times. :D ~slc
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