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Eric Zivana Poem
I'm good friends with my past
I'm unknown by my peers because I'm constantly in a mask
My good deeds are shadows, my blunders are vast
I've travelling fast!
"Where are you going", I've been asked.
My journey to grey hair & regret
My battle with acceptance & respect
My pain purified with blackmail & neglect
"Hold my hand & try relate... while it's still early
I'm a moment, I'm not constant... I'm on my own journey
Copyright © Eric Zivana | Year Posted 2019
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Eric Zivana Poem
Sit by me and listen
It’s not the right time to die, nor is it season
Tell me now,” who do you believe in”?
Humans are self destructive, I no longer search for a reason
Live to tell, nobody can die too well not to be mourned
I grew up misinformed, I was young and my vessel was vacant... that’s how I was destroyed
Live to tell, don’t make me cry when you’re lifeless
Don’t leave with answers, die; but not like this
Live to tell, they don’t have any poets in hell
Build a legacy & I could wish you farewell
Live to tell
Copyright © Eric Zivana | Year Posted 2019
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