Stop

Stop, Stop before you get lost.
Lost in what you thought was real.
 Too believe that this life would last,

would be false. But your soul is

 fighting back too grasp the truth.
You want too run with what you think will last,
but you need to get cut loose before
you can run. You find a way out,
but the path leads too a drop where bridges once were.
You think of flying, but you won't be able too with
your past weighing you down.
You try a different path, but with this one you need too climb,
you have the grip, but you can't climb with your enemies blocking your
view waiting for you too stumble and fall.
You turn around and humble yourself too those who
kept you locked away. They see how broken you are,
 how rough your hands are and how many scares you have.
But they see the fighter that you are.

Reviews

[Jordan]

Sunny recommended this to me, and I can see why.

I like this poem! Especially the fact that it has a moral, that truly is hard to find these days. Though there are some minor grammatical errors ("too" instead of "to"), I think the message is clearly and perfectly communicated.

Nice job, loren-with-three-n's :)

[lorennn]

Thank you! I appreciate the your feedback.
(:

[Jordan]

Anytime. :)

[Sunny]

Perfectly worded! Loren you have some awesome talent! You should make a book out of your poems!~

[lorennn]

Thank you! (: