Friday, May 7, 2010

Shambles for the gambles I take for freedom.

Alone tranquility continues until unwanted loneliness sets in
The laughter from the kitchen fills me with bitterness
Why is there no seat for me, how does my laughter not fit in.
Is it braying or to silent?
Moving on everyday with the notion that each day is somthing new
Is buried I understand the words impose and burden
Though I am only wishing for intergration
Sleeping in the pines to ease a lonely mind
Seems more and more welcoming
Only temporary, life in shambles for the gambles
I take for freedom.