Whatever After I Guess?......

by MightyOwl

October 11, 2017

The remembrance of all things not seen makes me want to cry,

The memories of events too bold, and deadly to the sight.

The forever given pain of all that was forgot,

The days and nights you spend “alright” just to fall down.

My life when I think of all things, things that happened to those of you around me,

My life when I stumble and trip over unseen cracks in my path making me afraid.

The world when I just want to quit and hang my head in shame.

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MightyOwlOct 11, 2017

<p>I have no clue I was just in the mood and so what do I do?...</p><p>I let the words flow out and pour from inside they cover the page and soar through the sky</p>