An Expansion of a Question
A modicum of triumph.
A moment of no regret.
Is followed in sadness,
And bitter loose ends.
When you don't know whats wrong or whats right.
Why do we even fight?
The weight of the world is oppressing and vile.
Its takes a great deal just to make me smile.
Copyright © Luke Acton | Year Posted 2015
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