Monday, April 30, 2007
My Days
In reading JJ's sister's blog, which has various passages just pulsating with life, I found this:
Even though the context where this phrase was found is not a poem, I found that the phrase alone is extremely poetical.
I am robbed, robbed of my days and I hate it. And every day I curse it, and pray that someday I can have a day that will be mine.
My days are mine
Even though the context where this phrase was found is not a poem, I found that the phrase alone is extremely poetical.
I am robbed, robbed of my days and I hate it. And every day I curse it, and pray that someday I can have a day that will be mine.
