Just A Shorty

by Westley   Sep 26, 2005


Through this pen I take away

All the things wrong about today

Upon this paper I release the pain

Sketched out between these lines to drain away the rain

Cloudy sky’s mark my days

Blocking me from the sun’s harmful rays

I try to keep going

See to another side

Beyond life’s obstacles

Is there somewhere out there
that my future resides

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