devils cab greeter


Stripped - Poem by devils cab greeter

Stripped of my comfort,
I have no place to sleep.
Confused with anxiety,
I can only weep.

Why did this happen?
why is it me?
I don't know what to do,
Why I can't I be free

With no where to run,
I think I'll lay down.
Only for a bit,
Until the day I'm found.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 28, 2010



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