“Clay”
It feels like I am buried in clay.
It feels cold and alone.
As the clay hardens,
It feels like stone.
I struggle to move,
To do all of the things I need to do.
I have to do so much,
Abandon, again my home.
I feel so tired.
I feel so lost.
Sometimes you do all the right things.
Without considering the cost.
I am buried in clay.
It feels cold and alone.
As the clay hardens,
It feels like stone.
Dg
Danny Gunter
10-14-2020
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