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Out Of Control

by Dawn M Williams

Rain clouds the sky
As I view it from my window.
But this house is not a home;
It is a prison from wich I cannot
Fly.
Filled with emotion so strong
It makes one weak.
Anger, dispair, sadness and
Lonliness combine
To feed this inner fire
That burns out of control.

03/20/2002

Posted on 03/20/2002
Copyright © 2020 Dawn M Williams

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