Saturday, 23 March 2019

To cope.

Send in a saviour.
You’ve sent in the clowns,
You’ve sent in the devils,
The dragging you down’s.
For years I have maintained,
I need only be me,
But am quickly finding,
That’s pure naïveté.
So send in a lifeline,
Thrown out a rope.
My body’s too tired,
From wielding its strength to cope.

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