nothing but rocks and critters that sneak
under the sun and relentless heat
I cast you out far, away from me
down I trek, careful where I step
down to the valley dripping with sweat
feelings of remorse; in loneliness creeps
when I get back home, you're waiting for me
I can't rid this hold that you have on me
I think that it's gone, then it's back again
always within, it stays in my soul
what was it like...before you took control?
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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