The Loser
Anger, like fire
Wells inside her.
Burning with no cease,
No signs of stopping.
Pain, like a waterfall,
Flows over her, and all she feels her mental ears popping.
As ahe drowns,
She regrets all.
From her position as Queen,
To her downfall.
From the begginings of being so bold,
To losing all of her riches that were untold.
She regrets it all.
But she refuses to show it.
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JessieWill
I write poems at a whim, but they are always insipered by paying attention to others. I am 18 yrs. old, a senior in high school, and I am slowly reaching my goals. All of which include writing. I live in Detroit, Michigan and I love every minute of it.
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