Path

Glares on the glasses added to blurry sight;

Lens flares, untied shoelaces worsened by rainy night.

Words slur, I shiver with fear;

Asking myself, Why am I here?

There’s a chill that went down my spine;

This feels like hell, nothing divine.

My clothes drip, soaked in rain,

I take a trip, crying in pain.

The street light shone brighter, my eyes are now sore,

I know I’m not a fighter, never been before.

Stepping in the puddles, I take the lonely road,

For whatever lies ahead,

Hell or heavenly abode.

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          1. No. Just finished the foundation. Pouring a basement slab and floor in the shop this week, backfilling the dirt and putting in power, sewer lines and water lines. 3, 200 foot ditches 3 feet deep.

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