Trip, fall, and crash!
again I'm on the ground
Rise, slip, and bang!
Face on ground once more
In my own strength
There's nothing I can do
In my desperation
I sin once more
So trip, roll, and a snapping neck
I am back in the pit again
My heart smarts due to guilt
My mind is in denial
My body reacts to my touch
Now I'm drowning in muddied water
In my denial and stubborn refusal
I'm killing myself, killing myself slow
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Wings for Flight
RandomCollection of contemplations, stories, and poetry... Sequel of Mute and Blind.
