Thursday, April 23, 2015

Professional Rollercoaster (4/22)

Sometimes I wake up on top of the world
And return to bed and wonder
What happened?
My good intentions were innocent
Why were they slaughtered so mercilessly?
Too tired of fighting for calm
Tired of fighting for peace
Tired of fighting to do my job
This poem is an afterthought

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