Loss, lost, lose, let looseA Poem by Amy SeseOctober 2015
If by knowing the risks,
you accept the consequences. There's no question or doubt of where it went wrong. Unless you were fucked up in the head. Unless you didn't quite understand what it meant to lose everything you had. ...everything you've worked for. Or, what it means to gain everything. ...everything you have ever admired. To risk. A tempting adventure. Rebellious? Discomforting? Impulsive? Bored? Threatening? Stimulating? Dauntless? A "once in a lifetime" opportunity? To wander. Or, to always wonder. It's under your discretion. At your own risk. © 2015 Amy Sese |
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