Life, What Is?
for the days have passed
since i last wrote
a poem in words
words of dirt
now its changed
like everyday
a simple routine
with no play
i cough up my anger
for i cannot win
my pain is to great
caught up in anger
stress
sin
for these will not be
where i lay my head
from dust to dust
id lay pure instead
poem by Rudi de Beer
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