AlmostA Poem by Firequeen
Every word drifts over me
Screaming it's true intent Lost is my will to fight it anymore I now know every little thing you were made to endure Yet one word reverberates off my soul ALMOST! One word spoken in a moment of anger It runs through my mind like a picture show The price I will pay is not yet over Till I have felt, & been put through Every ounce of pain you yourself went through I buckel my seat belt for the long ride Hold on for dear life Pray I make it out whole and sane For the end has got be near ALMOST! © 2011 Firequeen |
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Added on June 14, 2011 Last Updated on June 14, 2011 Author |