Teetering on the edge of victory,
We subtly rock, our eyes brimming with golden tears born of nostalgia,
And we wait for the result,
We churn out,
Desperate to finally be plucked from the pool of potential that we bask in,
We writhe in encrusted blood,
Shouting up at those who have enjoyed the luxury of success,
But as we clamber up the steps,
Looming on the edge of reward,
Many of us disregard those who propel us forth,
We forget to help them up these steps,
And so we stare down on them-Ignoring their pleas
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A Culmination Of Realities
PoetryAs we float through life, victimized by circumstance and stalked by rumours, we come to understand that false rumours have opposites: realities. These are the realities to which this book is dedicated. These realities share only truth, for some are...
