5.3.11

Trouble Dream

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Trouble is where you find it
trouble is what you make
trouble is what you never never
never can leave behind

It ain't me, boss-
it ain't my threat you dream about

My line of pain walks mute & dark
on a tightrope mind gone slack

How long can I hold on?
How far can I still hold?
How shall I hold off center?

(If I swing while I hang this low
when will I breathe my last?)

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3 comentaris:

artpredator ha dit...

whew! especially that last couplet! i know so well of what you write!

looking forward to sharing some wine (and writing?) soon, my friend, hang in there!

D J R-S ha dit...

Thanks, G. Really happy & glad you get & enjoy what I'm working for...

D J R-S ha dit...

I repeat myself when under stress
I repeat myself when under stress
I repeat myself when under stress