A little deception,
Changes your perception.
And then you're stuck in a bind.
You're waiting for someone to be kind,
A kindness that you fear,you'll ever find.
The clock keeps ticking on.
Life and strife,
Has hardened you mind and bone.
The weariness etches itself on you,
With every bill that's still due.
And every day that passes,
Feel like whip lashes,
On a tired mind,weakened body and battered soul.
Life has taken its toll,
Now,Death is on patrol.
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
