Childhood Forgotten 3RD period

"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.

Created By
Steve Stone

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