bobbywah: Normal Life My feet are a constant worry They grow more treacherous with each new day. When I turn to go left they carry on straight ahead. Intent on placing me in harm's way. I fear they harbour dark thoughts about me may even want me dead because one Sunday morning with no prior warning they aimed a kick straight at my head. My hands assure me there isn't a problem But then proceeded to slap my face "to place such demands on your feet and your hands" They shouted, " we"re bound to feel the pace ". Now I tread oh so carefully fearful of causing further strife but God only knows what now with suicidal toes how will I ever lead a normal life. |
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