It is not with wisdom nor captured spirit but with cold abandonment that I am walking here It is not with courage nor hopes of winning but with hate that I come here It is not with chance nor reason understood but with loss that I wait here It is not for me to decide what end I will meet only to decide what end I will greet.
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Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
I like to write yet I am not a writer, I'm poor on punctuation but that does not stop the thoughts in my head. I wrote this in 2008.
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