Saturday, April 15, 2017

Fore

She is the blanket that covers me
Warmth in a time when it's needed most
Lost in the space between the threads
Praying to God that it doesn't unravel
I always needed a sullen corner
A place to ease my troubled mind
Some demons feast on the obvious weakness
Other will prod at the deepest of wounds
Forgive me for my past transgressions
And the ones I've yet to regret
But please turn a blind eye to ones done in jest
Pure comedy requires no apology
I've always tried to better myself
Often in ways seldom understood
And in the end if it remains a mystery
I'll outline the key themes in my posthumous memoir. 





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