Unwanted…
She is tired so very tired of fighting At every turn a new foe yet… unidentified Daily something new… something different… yet… unknown She can’t keep this up She doesn’t understand what… why… She only knows things are not right she doesn’t know how to – right the wrongs how to – fight the fight of something (someone?) unknown… unseen… She only knows every day she becomes more and more ignored… more and more unwanted… Why? © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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