GUTTED

It all fell out of me.

crowding me. discombobulated.

My emotions are too weak.

too bleak.

and My words cant maintain the pace.

there too meek.

Bring the cows and the sheep.

and a blanket.

throw the wool over the cattle.

The days bring their battles.

Subconsciously i’m consciously

aware every day struggles of

every mans troubles.

I’m Gutted.

Its all out.

I crawled out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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