I saunter about on an unheralded path
disheveled with gruff on my face
the presence of apathy
a battle with dormancy
the mind travels on a path of despair
disheveled with gruff on my face
the presence of apathy
a battle with dormancy
the mind travels on a path of despair
the writ of word by friends
attend to whay they say
words that decry their pain
embrace the joy of their choired voices
and so it pulls me out
from a daunting abyss
glad you've got the computer woes resolved!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you are back - I missed you! Step away from the abyss, my friend.....your friends need you. You make our world brighter. I so love the line "embrace the joy of their choired voices". Your voice is needed in this choir too, kiddo!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you're back mi amigo!
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