Round 2
Life stands above my broken body and battered soul
Shatter tears ooze broken dreams
As the last iota of hope drifts from me
Something inside stands up
Standing in the sun i reach out my hand and grab all of reality
and pull it into my grasp
Smiling the voice inside growls now life its my turn
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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