Written 4/12/2019 12:00 am
To live free isn't destiny.
It's an ancient luxury.
A priceless treasure
To never attain or own.
To die free is peaceful nobility.
Astral agility and positive energy.
An intangible leisure.
In all fairness to young and old.
To simply exist is just to be.
Not obliged to follow a path of concrete.
Trials and blessings seem to sever
Ties keeping one from creating a new journey unknown.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
