Nothing has went well in my life for some time.


Did I spit on a Gypsy?

The silence rips at my ears

It is almost too much to take

My thoughts are spinning out of control

My mind is never at ease

Depression rips at my soul

I am sick of crying

I am sick of worrying

Is it too much to ask..

Just to be happy for once

For things to go my way

Did I spit on a Gypsy..

Am I cursed somehow

Fate taps me on the shoulder..

Maybe you have done this to yourself..??



Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2006-07-08 at 09:12

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Sandy Hiss
Wow, I could relate to this write so well. I only wish I had written it. I love the title too
2006-07-08