Monday, November 26, 2012

The Test

The Test

Seven years, does that make it a sketch,
A photo or a statue?
I am still soul searching,
After you.

We cling to what we believe,
In our belief sometimes,
There is simply no way,
To retrieve.

There is no balance,
Of the right and the wrong.
And just sometimes it leaves us,
With no place to belong.

I am so tired,
Ready to rest.
Have I not answered all the questions,
Of the test?

Danny Gunter

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