by kaida clover Jan 30, 2008
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
I hope and I pray for a better day, but I just don't see it. I can not sense any form. of hope or happiness on my horizon. Life it seems enjoys my constant torment and pain. Like a child playing some sort of twisted game it picks me up, and laughs as it drops me and i stumble and fall. |