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A Fool Among Many

I think that the hand that feeds
Is the face that will lie
Interchanging between good and bad
He leaves a trail of hurt nearby

Such selfish needs perspire from pores
A deprived mortal soul now and always
Never showing any kindness
Just left to wonder, feeling nothing for days

Forsaken by his own thoughts and actions
As heaven moves closer to his door
Thinking that hell looks tempting
A fool among many, you're just a face nothing more

©Kim Brown 31st August 2012
First written February 1998

misslittleDHP

@misslittleDHP

Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.

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Sorry don't know how that 😂 got there! Xx

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