Myself Sometimes
myself like the wind
i just blow blow
with nowhere to go
i sprial down
to come back up just to drown
drown in my darkness
put up the shroud
hide behind my cloud
just hide
then come out for a chide
hide again it never ends
o the agony o wait its called
reality
life this is no deal
nothing like the days of fuedum or fief
these are dangerous days
in which u must live in dangerous ways
shroud or not look over your shoulder
always
poem by David Knox
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