Where?A Poem by Michael of GileadSometimes you lose yourselfThe street sweeper rumbles by Waking me from this lie It is dark and chill I shiver in the still Yet in my dreams I was bold Awaking to a life thats old I only wish to fold To have it over, my life untold The rain begins to fall Overwhelmed by it all I crawl into a bed of fear How did my life lead me here My body numb, in disgrace My mind races at a different pace I am nothing, I have no place Not in this so called human race © 2010 Michael of Gilead
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