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Poetry

all of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.

future

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by abbarobinson

by abbarobinson

i used to be able to see into my future,

but my eye sight is getting worse,

the image is hazy and the lines are blurred,

but is this a blessing or a curse,

or just a person sent to change my life,

for better or for worse.

is it good or bad that my eye sight has gone,

the crystal ball isnt clear anymore,

is it that i need to make a new choice ahead,

or is it that im not destined to have a future,

but to watch others live their lives,

from behing the veil of death.