by TopkazWexford, Ireland
May 2016 541 Views 4 comments
Clouds
Shadows casting haunting siluettes
The magician like a poker player with the winning hand
A gambler loosing bets
Reality lost in sand
the white rabbit appearing disappearing like a ghost in the night
Fear facing fear voices winding down like a music box on a merry go round
This is my fight my plight
The lions roar is mine is the winning hand ,
By k.frew.
The magician like a poker player with the winning hand
A gambler loosing bets
Reality lost in sand
the white rabbit appearing disappearing like a ghost in the night
Fear facing fear voices winding down like a music box on a merry go round
This is my fight my plight
The lions roar is mine is the winning hand ,
By k.frew.
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Posted: May 2016
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It's about a person challenging and managing a mental illness not myself I may add,Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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intelligence behind this writing.
You've captured a subject difficult
to describe.
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