A Condemned End
A mess of stress,
That no one can pass.
Hear my tears,
Drop onto the grass.
Aim the blame,
Toward my grounds.
Clouds all crowd,
As darkness surrounds.
Hide to confide,
The truths that last.
Goodbye to the guy,
I saw in the past.
Smash and dash,
Leave it behind.
Attack, no slack,
Can occur in mind.
Copyright © Writing Muse | Year Posted 2024
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