Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Out there

I should be out there,
suffering for naught:
Compounding all the
causes wrought.

I should be out there,
suffering for free:
No wages to feed
my family.

I should be out there,
all alone.
No place to be
and call my home.

Ever hungry
and wanting more.
I should be out there,
outside the door.

So grateful to be
here inside.
I should be out there,
and left to die.

The door was shut
by lock and key,
and then matured
affinity.

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