Dragging Along

Dragging along
Like a gimp leg.
I am a gimp leg.
I can’t open my eyes
Enough to see
What’s inside my head
And how it corresponds
With this factual bombardment
I care little for.
Dragging.
I’m dragging along.
But I must be strong.

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9 responses to “Dragging Along

  1. The strength you have are the words that you share, it’s a risk in sharing, thank you Johnny as long as you share I will listen

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  2. Strong you must. It is a world for the strong.

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  3. Yo dude what’s up, again I thinking and you pop up
    Good Morning Vietnam

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  4. As long as your busy, idle minds are devils playground. You can buy that Vet now.

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