Lost

Tue, 09/10/2019 - 19:11 -- Rjenni

Steps turn to fall

hopes turn to a fail

"life won't hurt at all"

tell that to the jail

birds upon my wall

and dreams that tend to bail

and i can't find the gall

but to wish for an old trail

i'll follow as i please

perhaps give to the breeze 

and look throughout the trees

for my love, upon my knees.

~ Jennings

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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