Poetry Sunday ~ Sullen

Sullen

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I realize now I don’t fit in
I was born and raised back east.
I grew to know all the ill
the streets they held the beast.

I wonder where I’ll make my place
among the men of the land.
I wander through this leg of life
I hope you understand.

Broken, battered, a loss for words
I try to fill each day.
My muse it holds a special nook
I’ve yet to find my way.

Pluck me from confusion
train my eyes on you.
without your unwavering love
oh Lord I’d never pull through!