The Right.

by Sarah Ann   Dec 30, 2007


I lived to search to find the right
But I'm too weary for long nights
Too old for punctuated fights
Coming out of the darkness, I hate your bright light
Body is too scarred to handle your bite
I've been dropped too much to be scared of these heights
Seen enough of this ugly world to handle its sights
And I don't want to dive in, but I think I just might...

Life is too wrong to search for the right.

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