Christopher Goat

Christopher Goat
Christopher Goat

Thursday, March 16, 2017

A Stone

Empty promises,
Broken Dreams.
Death and decay,
In this reality.
Why me?
Like a switch,
On and off,
Joy to pain,
Happy to sad,
Alive to dead.
Why am I led?
Like a dog,
Looking for a bone,
But only finding,
A Stone.

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