My body feels like
I rode a horse with a limp
My soul feels charred
Around the edges
This sunshine has a blind spot
So it rains there all the time
The plight of good intentions
Always suffers in the end
Explanations are liars
And fools who run amuck
Holding tainted jars
of after thoughts
That has spoiled and is rotten to
The core
7/25/10/jrg
Copyright© 2010 by Jeff R. Ghee
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