Stuck

Try thy will until times gone
Happens still the morning comes
Glow arises from the shade
Breaking sleep for penance paid
Come and gleam my horror show
Have a seat in the front row
To bad that nothings left to see
For all time I'm stuck with me

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.