Breath taken away
heart has a tremor
hands shake
nerves rack.
We all sat,
and the news had settled.
We're no more.
It's one step forward,
three steps back.
There's no giving up
but can we survive the way,
being wrecked along it?
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The Lone Wolf (Poetry)
PoetryThis is really a poetry diary. It won't ever be finished, but isn't that the glory of it? To keep seeing new poetry about my life, about my thoughts? I know none of the thoughts are new, but let's intricately weave them in unique ways.
