Coming of Age.
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Tired eyes wander over foggy plains, unfocused but searching.
The overcast sky casts a dreamy gloom over a face with sunken sockets and dry lips.
Childhood.
A concept where everyone hopes,
Wishes, and dreams
Will last a lifetime.
There is much stigma on both sides,
Dear God
I am so afraid
I am so afraid of being wrong
Not saying 2+2=3
But of being so damn wrong in who I am
So damn wrong in my choices
Eric Swearingen
EARLY MORNING FOG
Walking to school in the morning,
A day in fall where the fog devoured the streets
I am finally seeing life
for what it is,
like a hell or a abyss.
My eyes are open.
I can see.
What is now and always was
