My friends, my allies,
My closest aide,
I can go on no longer.
My enemies, my foes,
My bandit,
I cannot get any stronger.
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
The pain, it grows so strong.
Minute by minute,
Second by second,
My will, it shall not last long.
As time ticks on,
I falter, fall,
I may well take this leap.
It is a short,
Quick journey.
'Til I hit the ground in a heap.
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Poetry in Motion : The lost works
PoetryA compendium of poetry that had been misplaced/put off/deleted by me and my perhaps over critical eye.
