Taking A Look Back

I'll take one last look back at what was,

me and you running around smiles on our faces, as if painted by angel and nothing could make them smear, nothing could erase them.

Taking a look back and seeing nothing but grieving,

nothing but blood and darkness.

Then a look of dismay comes accross my face and I have nothing to do but wonder, should I be frowning too?

Would that just make me fit in and make myself NOT known? Could I become a follower and not a leader?

Should I just give in and accept my fate and destiny?

No, I'm making my own, my own fate and destiny. I'll be the leader that carries everyone to freedom and safety, if it comes down to it.

Taking a look back,

I know that I've changed.

Author's Note

There might be some grammar problems but ignore them, tell me what you think of basically the idea and how you thought it was put.

Reviews

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WOW.

[Wildecat]

A fantastic poem, superb imagery and very descriptive. A very nice write.