Poems

One Goal

Composure is the game

the goal of today

the rest will be taken in

felt whenever the moment permits

the volcano of the ugly truth;

will just have to wait

the reality of it all will settle

for now, my heart aches

sadness threatens me every passing second

even the strongest army would find defeat

their armory will melt under this heat;

their knees would buckle and hearts will shatter

yet, here I stand.

a lone wolf under a difficult storm

how I handle it all?

I don’t.

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