Not now, not again.
I'm not letting them get the better of me
Two times in a row.
They think it's easy this time around.
They have not a clue,
I'm standing here,
Still standing,
Strong to my roots,
I know what falling feels like now.
I'll see it coming
And I'll thrash every attempt of yours
Away.
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
