Poem by THOR GARY Just Memories from a Dark Home: He cowered in the corner of the old wood frame house, with her hand held high above his small head. He was the one mistake in her life, that she planned on correcting! Just a little boy in a paisley shirt and brown shorts. Questions were his only answers. The lie forced from his mouth like water behind a dam, knowing his pain would win out again, his faith that some day he could win. When I grow up, I will never believe what I make someone say? And the beat goes on!!!!!!!! We never know what will guide us or mold us. All we can do is overcome our pain and never pass it on. THOR GARY MLR youtu.be/VZt7J0iaUD0
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 17:38:53 +0000
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