{Feel me Dane?}
~
What irritates my within
Is this situation I find myself in
Like a bees' sting
I feel the pain of sin
How can I turn around
When my beginning is distantly flapping in the wind
And the guilt of my direction fuels me with contempt
To others it's simple as a turned around step
Looking back on what I've given up
Only to reap a rut
I am clothed in filth in the presence of dirt
I cannot begin to strip off this hurt
Not for self, but those whom I've left
Behind and counted insignificant
Only to put nothing in the space I
Sought to fill that still remains vacant
There is no occupancy in my soul
I turn around and I still don't know
Which direction to go...
© Alya Landry 2008
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