The MeaningA Poem by Jonathan BeaverA personal poem.Go on now with the words you’ve rehearsed, A looming mountain of sparkling dirt, A song familiar is sung atop, By a man who is eyeing the drop, A sudden move could set him free, A few seconds of gentle breeze, But like a switch flipping on a light, What’s wrong is wrong and what’s right is right, He’s reminded of the swathes love, Just before he gave everything up, He remembers where he’s meant to be, At the humble university. © 2017 Jonathan BeaverAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 31, 2016 Last Updated on April 2, 2017 Tags: depression, suicide, college, love, family AuthorJonathan BeaverBloomsburg, PAAbout21 y/o male Freshman theatre major I like to write. more..Writing
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