would it matter if I cried?
what if …
I walked to the end of the line
stared the truth down
came head to head with they
who are supposed to be –
only me –
shook myself awake
afraid, not afraid
what if I chose to live
where I should have just died
what if you lied
closed my eyes shut
and whispered in my mouth
“give it another try”.
"A Word of Substance"
Fantasy writer - Bibliophile - Daydreamer
~A Dream In The Making~
Poetry about Life, Love, Music by Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Words are My Wife.
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Becoming the oil and wine in today's society
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.
50,000 Monkeys at 50,000 Typewriters Can't Be Wrong
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Life after the Care Farm
Tales + Tails: Novel Writing + Culture + Compassion
