When they dont hear you...
Must be another
Twist - in the sick game.
Know it all cocks the parrot back
Before - he takes his aim.
Looking for someone to blame.
Praying for this rain. Wash away this pain and heal my brain.
If I'm meant to be free -
Release me.
Lessons not all mine
But bequeathed to me
Taking my time - there is so much to see.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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