No Way Out
The times I look to the future
All I can see is the past
Sometimes my life feels
Like a broken glass
All over the floor
Scatterd in many pieces
Waiting to cut me deep again
Like it did once before
I thought I over came it
But it keeps knocking at my door
Wanting to get inside of me
To destoy me
Once and forever more
poem by David Kush
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