Trapped in the alley ways of yesterday-- br Sheets of fog cover up my flaws... br Protected by the Winter of Cold Indifference-- br Where doubt and fear once bore their ugly claws; br br In a labyrinth of charcoal grey conundrums... br I breathe in my past once and again--- br Wondering where my truth has run off to... br Fleeing all the way- back to then; br br 'Neath a canopy of: 'Might Have Beens'... br Not pursuing them to the end--- br Anxiety obliterates all of my coverings... br Totally disabled my ability to mend; br br br Underneath The Umbrellla br September,2010 br br Dedicated to: Joy L. Cartwright br Born: May 26,1978 br We are not related or even friends br So i need to know what the problem br Is.