The End.

Wallace

My body aches.

For Christ sakes.

Its full of pain.

Without the gain.

I'm housebound.

My mental state the bend it's sending it round.

The pain the pain i cry out loud.

Above my baldy head floats a dark depressive cloud.

No more i eat.

No more i walk on my once athletic feet.

To you a message i send.

This is the end.

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 8th, 2018 03:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Wallace

      Thanks Tony.

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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