Mitchell's Mustard Blog

May 28, 2010


Filed under: A Little Something — mitchellsmustard @ 8:21 pm

A touch of frost on the back of my neck,

A warm tear coasting down my cheek,

your hands always seem tied,

but my future looks oh so bleak.

Pass me a knife to cut these ropes,

let me be blinded by the sun once more,

Help me back onto their feet,

I need to get off this damn cold floor.

My pains never seem to heal,

people always just pass me in the street,

ignoring me as I speak,

I’m on the edge of where life and death meet.

Give me  a chance, please!!


1 Comment »

  1. love this mate!!!

    Comment by carlafornia — June 7, 2010 @ 9:36 pm

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