I'm messed up as always
Trying to stay with family an firends
While family past away
And firends walk away
I stand still as wood
Where they use to stand
In the dark, cold as always I realize
"I'm growing alone again, doesn't this feel familiar?"
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The Writer's World
PoetryThis book is about my poems that I have done Throughout my whole life, My first poem is how I got into poetry. Please, and thank you for giving this book a try.🙂
