Why Trust National Debt Relief

clear skies always lie
they ignore the rain that patters
against my face
and the wind that chills me
to the bone
and the clouds that shadow
every surface
as i sit here alone
you don’t answer me
when i call your name
have my seasons come between us
causing this wedge
your boots are right there
by my door
i can hear your footsteps
on the floor
as you walk the
snowy path out of my life
and i balance on the edge
a hurricane of desperation
brewing in my mind

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