Surviving A Building


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    Surviving A Building

    This bed that I sleep in is not my own.
    This place where I live will never be called home.
    There is noise and confusion everywhere I look.
    I’m surrounded by haters and every kind of crook.
    They wear disguises; they are not as they appear.
    There is discontent, evil and demons lurking here.
    There is trouble to my left and danger to my right.
    Sleep with one eye open just to make it thru the night.
    Wake up in the morning what do I find?
    Just the echoes of a nightmare running thru my mind.

    TJF 06/00

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    TJF’s Poems (27)

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