Thursday, March 24, 2011

Change




My mind will swirl and often whirl,
around this place and in my head.
I dart from here and run from there,
I cannot see and hardly dare,
to take the things I cannot do.

To stand up straight,
and ask who's, who?
I'm in a flash,
I'm in a stare.
I'm overwhelmed,
I cannot dwell,
in pain of past,
it seems like Hell.

It's hot and dry,
an old hotel,
inside my mind.
It's where I find,
troubled maze,
of this I change!
K.A.P.
8/9/2009

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