Is this a new beginning,
Where all becomes fresh and good,
Where all is how it should?Or is this a final end,
Where all things turn dark and shallow,
Where all is lost deep in the shadow?I don't know.
I don't care.I'll keep going, keep working, keep trying
Until my very last breath,
And even then,
I swear,
I will breathe again.
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Poetry By Me! (Morgan, he/him)
PoetryThese are poems that I write. My pen name is Morgan, so call me that! Also, I use he/they pronouns and love to write. Please, if you find any you particularly like, let me know in the comments! I plan to publish some of this in a book, just need to...