What is this tiny dot I see upon the stone end wall?
A single thing of colour with black edges standing tall.
I creature who seems so frightening when up close.
But on a whole, it is the wall you see the most.
See this dreadful thing may be scary but it is a spec on a larger scale.
Although your life may sadden you, there are a thousand things you cannot fail.
Each of our surrenders, may benefit the world somehow.
It'll be clear to you in the future maybe not just now.
So do what you must and carry on through.
Be who you are and always stay true.
Carry on the road you want to choose.
This life is yours so don't live for others live for you.
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Spoken Secrets (Various Poems and Short Stories)
PoetryA collection of poems written by myself. A mix of everything and dedicated to what I really feel inside but never really speak of.
