The Writing On the Wall
When looking back on thoughts of despair, words in haste so hard to bare. Where sharp tongues take control, shaking the mind while crushing the soul. Speaking words from the heart, stern but true, brings hard thoughts into review, it’s hard to smile and easy to weep, hard to stand on tender feet. Like the hand that wrote on the wall brings remorse as feelings fall. …….Written through the night, don’t really understand it and yet I do. I can’t recognize myself in this poem. This poem wrote itself and that is why I kept it.
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