1. Aching, always aching with pains internal and external with each acting vengefully eating at my already form providing no suitable warmth to see Me survive. Suddenly I can no longer run towards any fun as all of Me is bereft …shipwrecked parts of the Ocean.
2. I feel me going before I’ve accomplished anything I wanted to, living through heartache, and breaking some hearts, including Mine without intention. I can only blame myself. I lived & loved, laughed and cried, now completely watching all my dreams die, and No Prince or Princess Charming to save Me.
3. The very day we are granted life, is the day We begin our countdown to not being around but with nothing else filled in on the Proclamation Form, to warn Us of when We are seriously close to Harm. Some of Us born into wealth the rest hating the cards We are dealt, as it does not seem just to give some a guaranteed pain free up until the day they die, then treat the rest to suffering, till all they will ever be valued at is nothing! Where is the wisdom & justice please God, where?
[End.]
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Andrew Little
Carlton A. Armistad is the pseudonym for Andrew R. Little. I prefer writing under this as it allows me to look at any body of work I complete separate to my personal day-to-existence, and safeguards my relationships and family.
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