"Come on in"
Said a harden voice,
"We're sorry, but you gave no choice."
"Such a problem";"Rune amuck"
Lies spoken softly;
papers shuffled up,
Moving all aroud,
Yet my mind runs amuck.
Upon a hill,
Memories all slowly fade.
Death always a step away.
Wind blows through the open door
Darkness and thoughts run amuk
Rarely see all my family.
working on all my problems;
trying my best to solve them,
Yet still they run amuk.
