The Fence

mysticweed

My mother’s daughter still my father’s child

And my near-fatal flight from shy to wild

A tattered crow with crippled wings

I’ve been terrible places and seen dark things

I’ve tried to be better, I wanted to care

Now Karma has thrown up her hands in despair

I no longer believe that it’s only a phase

I’m long since living my gravy days

Guilt and regret are taking their toll

While the angel of debt takes aim at my soul

hedonist

I've missed your writing, Ms. weed.

That was sorrowfully lovely.

F Me In The Brain

Thumbs up G!

mysticweed

Hi my fellow heonist, B
Thank you