Winds whisper the secrets
To life's shortcomings
Depression at its deepest
The mind never numbing
The hill now a cliff
An abyss awaits the fall
Swing and a whiff
The bat missed the ball
A book without words
Music without sound
Sheeple and their herds
Confusion is abound
No where left to go
Nobody really cares
See if it ain't so
Climb the rotten stairs
The mistle lost its toe
No kisses for me this time
Hell is filled with snow
Guess I'll make the climb
Be always safe,
Karen
THANKS FOR SHARING THIS WELL DONE WORK - THE IMAGERY IS GREAT. LOVE AND BLESSINGS, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS