The moment of living
In the end, it's just the beginning
Heading towards the gates of light
Something powerful, I don't want it
Reminding one of the faithful isn't harmful
Singing in a choir, for one but not the other
Demanding that capture isn't closure
The dark suits you, he said again and again
Firing shots to the heart, I've given up
Down the racetrack full of potential and consistency
Watered down and drowning, but not death
The angels of courage are what puts it away
Flagging with emphasized words that don't mean a thing
Hallways of crying, people that relive the living
Sickening drafts of impact
These waves of trying are useful and that's a fact
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Poems Of Creatvity And Creation
PoetryPoetry, where it lives "The ones who are trying to define us are the ones that are lost"
