Fields of Clover
Stripped of family
more enemies than friends
moving through this world
so broken, never to mend
See the little song bird
with clipped wings
locked in a decorative cage
no joy left to sing
What does this all mean?
can't awaken from this horrible dream
just turn this tired body over
dreaming of endless fields of clover
to bury me under
How can anyone just give up?
where are all the witnesses
telling them to shut the hell up?
life is a series of hit or misses
sure to foul up anyone's precious wishes
Keep telling yourself
this will all surely pass
this cup is never half empty
just bits and pieces of broken glass
So what does it all really mean?
frustrated to the point I want to scream
never ending,repeating over and over
dreaming of endless fields of clover
feeling older, hopeless and colder
mathiasthom
written 9/27/09
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