Friday, September 19, 2008
Past Worries
Up high down a slope
The feelings pummel through
A sandbox,
thick as hope.
You may be built up like a borough,
But one look in the mirror and
the misdeeds done too long ago
surface with too much ease. When
You do offer your soul,
take a step back and think
would you be plugging a hole ?
or dumping more refuse
into
your
sink.
