Intangible feelings often disappoint once
You're in realization that they are only a feeling.
It sits broken on a charred stump, staring
Up at me as if to assure me its real and her
And it's going to make suffering a little easier.
Hope is a child's emotion.
It has sat in the forest beckoning me to play,
But I have grown up knowing each time I
Take the leap, I will fall back right at
The forest line.
So I no longer hope for things to go my way.
I no longer trek that side of the woods.
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The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
