Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Now What?
And then, Edges crumble Banks wash, Sink deep, sand quicks still I stand but now, No pedestal Nor high ground Goal? Aspiration? Found ruin here Opportunist theft left And I exist Knowing, believing, Hoping Not for this.
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