And now we are at an impasse
A fork in the road
To the left is your happiness
But my demise
To the right is my freedom
But along with it, your fading form
Which do I choose?
A dry wind blows left
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
