When Things Are GrimA Poem by Ryan HendersonA little poem I have written to pick you up when things are grim.I'm searching through emptiness, Try to forget the torture in vain, The shadow cast by the dark setting sun, Will bring my sadness to an end. My consciousness cries out Through the fear and the doubt. My words are dying in the night. No darkness lasts forever. When the scars of the past, still live in your veins, Sit back, light the match, And watch the past burn down in flames. © 2014 Ryan HendersonAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRyan HendersonCobourg, Ontario, CanadaAboutI will review your work if you send me a read request, I like to help writers get off of the ground, I will also suggest ideas for your work if needed. Please note that I don't really like poetry... more..Writing
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