We Wonder by Chris G.

Posted: April 24, 2007 in Poems
There’s a hole in the wall,
a beautiful face peers in.
It’s confounded mind is wondering
where I am hiding at.
Long after all
through thick and thin,
it is I whom is the one that’s wondering
where the hell I’m at.
Like the devil, I fall
again and again.
I can’t help but catch myself wondering,
if I’ll make it back.
Justice for all
and death is for sin.
I wonder if she is still wondering,
where her soul is at.

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