by Richard Trotter

My hope has expired
but I have no receipt
for a heart thats tired
and struggling to compete.

Life is like a postcard
of all I have not got
The edges black and charred
my joy is out of shot.

Take my resignation
I cannot guide my fleet
towards the next station
I am forced to retreat.


Posted on 10/26/2006
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