So, it's come to this
Another failure for the books
I can take the sorrow, the grief
But my luggage splits at judgmental looks
You can see their calculations
Tabulating every wrong move
As though success comes to the educated
Who know how to choose...
~ THUSLY~
Pompous, arrogant fools
Cardboard catches fire quicker than steel
At least I'll be left with the evidence
That my dying is real
The process of moving is so long
I'd welcome a purifying flame
The contents of these boxes...belong to another
And I've forgotten her name
Those who knew me in the square
Would balk to see how I can fly
I no longer need windows and doors
To answer the question, "Why?"
I AM because HE IS
~ MY LIFE~
Written by Trudy Schrader on 5-5-2017
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