As reality sets in and the emotions begin to fade like a sunset
We search for payment for the empty hole caused by this debt
The struggle to make ends meet when they've been all but ripped apart
To find new memories to eliminate the old, but finding that memories only start
That the things that make you forget the hurt and the pain
Don't prevent you from remembering it all again
Thus presented with an option or rather a lingering choice
With a gun or a ladder, one becomes your voice
To wave the white flag and take residence in this metaphorical grave
Or climb the ladder out of this hole, rung by rung, refusing to become that slave
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Letters To No One
PoetryJust a random assortment of stuff I write. I would like to write once a day but it's doesn't always come at once. But I'll always be back with something good. Leaving comments and messaging is welcomed and encouraged, I always love talking to new p...
