Posted on August 7, 2012


Before me distractions

Beside infractions

Beneath contractions

How do i forge ahead?

A direction which mends

Confusion, heartache, headaches

Aches and pains to be gladly done without

Standing behind a wall of doubt

Supported by variables in a shroud

Distractions from reaching my goal

Infractions grieving my soul

Contractions constrict being whole

How do i get myself out of this hole?


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