You are the catalyst,
Go ahead, raise your fist
And say 'I won't stand for this'
Don't let your voice go amiss.
You stand for something,
Yet fall for nothing.
From yourself, you're running,
The cold is so numbing.
The weak all fall,
Decrepit and small;
The mighty will crumble,
All go mad and mumble.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
