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Another Stand

August 31, 2011

Drowning
in pieces
of a life
to often broken,
scraped raw
by failed dreams,
flawed plans.
But as I fade,
resigned
to the demons
sharpening their knives,
I see you.
And somehow,
that’s enough.
No promises
or fairy tail
endings. Just
a smile.
Something
worth seeing
again, worth
being knocked
back down.

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One comment

  1. the opening lines are just brilliant for setting the tone of the poem…really enjoyed it.



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