Crooked Road
Walking down a crooked road,
sadness as my only load,
wishing just to pass by,
and ignore your little lie,
but here I am to take a stand,
anger as my only hand,
and strike you down,
watch you fall to the ground
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A Few Sad Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems I wrote to express my emotion. I hope you enjoy them.