Twofold a Hostage
I’ve lost my wings and cannot fly,
Trapped in a plaster cast –
Echoes of days gone by,
Fingers plodding on the keys.
Unable to communicate,
Locked out of the internet,
In this concurrence of fate –
Yet still my mind is free.
I cry out to Him as before,
Why me, Father? Why me?
What have I done? And He replies,
Some things are meant to be.
©DGA
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02/07/2010 at 11:37 am
Ai adee … poor you! Hope the wrist heals soon and someone can fix your internet!
Missing you.
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02/07/2010 at 11:44 am
Done at last, Cin! So many diff stories frm Telkom…
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02/07/2010 at 2:08 pm
Now this is bad luck Adee, hope your wrist heals and your internet is sorted soon. HUGS
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02/07/2010 at 2:24 pm
Internet fixed mid-morning – wish the wrist was too!
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02/07/2010 at 8:05 pm
Oh no Adee, I’m sorry to hear about your wrist 😦
Hope it heals soon. I’m glad your internet is sorted, mine is iffy again.
xxx
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03/07/2010 at 6:45 am
I hope your internet is fixed soon too, Halfy. It is terrible to be cut off and especially for us bloggers! xxx
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