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fini

I gave till I could give no more.

Now, I wait in silence.

Desperate, wanting, hidden.

There is a hurt that can't be seen.

Though my eyes may sparkle,

Inside burns a heat of sadness.

It is a cold mountain of indifference that I climb.

Though I slip many times,

When I reach the top I shall soar off the edge.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Soar high, sir. Soar high for sure.

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you. I'm not on here much anymore except to store my writings. Join me on twitter if you like. >>> https://twitter.com/Raymond_Fed