Poems from Flutegirl94

Carry the One. carry,.. drag.. discard! -futile. GRIPPING my face, Clawing me back..                         My affliction.    my burden....
My starving hope,   .. my soul relys upon the morn of fresh tomorrows.   For love essential-- do not withhold  upon my living dying soul...
December ashes cold and gasping lay, upon the earth- the Millions gray.   Amidst the frozen earth of Ash, the torches flame-- the Light...
living, breathing- Screaming Out. silent......quiet beating Loud.   the questions Whirling the Self Doubts, the eyes once blinded;        ...
M  ountains of work, bills, burden-- the family must be fed. A  nd a young man's dreams? N  o.   they don't exist.   W  orried silver...

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