To All Aspiring
The cold man,
the starving youth
walks the destroyed roads.
Through the fields of corpses
he scavenges the water
while wishing to fill
the withering cave inside.
The warm soul,
the hiding one,
moving through the solemn life.
Denying those who taunt her
she lives a troubled life
and all she really wants it to
tell the world her story
This is to all aspiring.
Copyright © Reese Giroux | Year Posted 2011
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