Alex my word is final
No more isolation
Less than population
Greater is he than I claim to be
So be it is he
The one I follow
That a shining glimpse
Never the it's
But only the now can
Shine greater
Blast away the dark
Reveal what you were
Only are
There was no it
Only was
Because you
Took the light
Shine it upon what was dark
Tortured the fire
Bent it's will
Now the sword is yours
Saviours Will
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.
