My Story Is Long, This Poem Is Short.
Do you have the time to listen to me unwind?
Give me a moment to take you down the roads in my mind.
Grab my hand so you aren't left behind,
Because some of these things can tear you in twine.
I have eaten fear for breakfast,
I have had loathing for lunch.
For dinner, I've enjoyed disaster,
and I've sipped chaos at brunch.
I have walked along jagged rocks,
I've fallen victim to some flames.
But, No matter what size the beast,
I've kicked ass and I've taken names.
But, tears have shed from these eyes,
Uncertainty has oozed from every pore.
I have bled like the Christ upon the crucifix,
But for the weak, I bleed no more.
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