Negative
Bluelighter
I found this searching through old lyrics and poetry, trying to organize my writing, and I remember to the minute writing it, its just a little thought about a young child I saw while working the desk at a truck stop . . .
I have to be who I am, but why today?
I have seen dispair . . .
dirty, flushed cheeks, matted hair
looking totally lost and unwanted
somber stare of a broken
nine-year-old girl,
not understanding of her
circumstances
clutching a Pepsi like it
were the last Pepsi
on earth
I have to be who I am, but why today?
I have seen dispair . . .
dirty, flushed cheeks, matted hair
looking totally lost and unwanted
somber stare of a broken
nine-year-old girl,
not understanding of her
circumstances
clutching a Pepsi like it
were the last Pepsi
on earth
