Only Maths
Spinning
To the music entering
My brain.
Sinking
Under the problems
Before me.
Sulking
At the realisation of
No future.
Singing
To the distraught
Lyrics.
Seemingly
Careless towards
It all.
Someone
Dying inside
Of me.
Poet: Bianca McCowat
read: 8732 times Rating: Date: 27 July, 2008
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