The fear of death is waned
By the thought of reaching a status
That cannot be destroyed
That the potential reach of a man's grasp
Is determined by the measure of will he employs
That I could leave traces behind that makes a soul gasp
The aura after passing that spirits wince at
Like a captive that has not felt the human touch
A thought such as this could kill death for me
I'm convinced that
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The Formative Years: A Collection
PoetryThe formative years of a man's life are sewn by outside forces: friends, enemies, romances, heartbreaks, and the experiences he reaps from these years. What formed you?
