Perhaps all things are broken,
Over the years I've learned to hold memories instead of tokens,
Hold people, keep love, fuel the fight,
Perhaps all things are broken,
Perhaps even what challenges the darkness,
Perhaps even light.
I've learned that the most hard set determination can be parished,
Parished, like unpolished wood,
Sturdy and strong,
But takes equal strength to take down,
Perhaps something we've always cherished,
Wobbly on our heads like a rusty crown.
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Rain Under Streetlight
PoetryA collection of poems of all genres. I would love all of the advice and feedback. Thanks!
