![]() little somethingA Poem by Jerry Patrick Ryan
The wind blows a whispering howl as the chill sets in
as I feel the cold air as I breath my chest in knowing soon I'll be resting made me feel at peace, death I find interesting is the after life real would I be able to feel walk and talk and label the field life is made for us to steal half of the world with not even enough for a meal making life just more tougher to deal so we suffer to heal as life buffers the reel. © 2019 Jerry Patrick RyanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJerry Patrick RyanMount Pearl, Newfoundland and Labrador, CanadaAboutI've been trying to get up the courage to write my stuff and show it, I think it's time I just want to show some of my stories even if they might not seem great at least I can say I tried, I.. more..Writing
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