If I Could Write

If I could write, I’d tell of all I know, Which isn’t much, for all I have to show. This sense of self inside of me, This thing that drives me to be free, Is just a formless mass of feelings, though… I try to write the deeper things inside. Though most of me prefers […]

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Shadows On The Water

I stand, anger in hand, covered in The tattered remains of my self-worth. The futility of banging my fist against The stone wall of another’s hostility and unforgiveness Leaves me breathless and beaten and worn, Wondering when, or if, things will change. No matter how big the anger or How hard the beating, Things remain […]

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