CRASH.....to late.A Poem by HuwPeople aren’t afraid of the Doctor They fear what the Doctor might say. People don’t hate the preacher, They hate what the preacher might pay. People suffer discomfort and pain Rather than ask the question What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? Everyone else seems to be coping Why not me? What is this feeling? What is this burden? Where will I be happy?
CRASH....to late. © 2015 Huw |
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Added on June 19, 2015 Last Updated on June 19, 2015 |
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