Tuesday, February 14, 2017


I’ve been dared to write a poem.
I sit here and I will show em
That I can write about bliss
But it will be hit or miss.
Happiness hasn’t been my friend.
On white wings heaven does not send.
I seek it every day.
A sneak of it I still pray
Will rain down upon me
Before I’m gone to sea.

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