This is not the end
This is acceptance,
So many lessons, am I supposed to learn this young?
My heart and mind of questions; What did I ever do to God?
My face in the mirror asking where it all went wrong.
This is not the end,
though I'm hanging at the edge.
I'll keep holding on,
I'm not falling down.
This could be resemblance,
Perhaps because I'm my father's son.
I don't think it's fair, now I'm stuck at the edge of my fears.
I won't still fall in the reality of it.
This is not the end,
though I'm hanging at the edge.
I'll keep holding on,
I'm not falling down.
BlossomThePoet
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