Monday, January 12, 2009

Parched

A sense of utter stagnation,
Devoid of any creation,
Saturates the walk each day.

Overwhelmed by anguished frustration,
With no apparent destination,
I yearn for another way.

T.H.
Posted by Todd at 10:11 PM

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

todd, i think you are a lyrics writer in the makings.

January 12, 2009 at 8:34 PM

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