Defeat - Poem by Terisa Wilburn
A crooked heart, a twisted mind.
All our innocence we've left behind.
The tainted laugh, or touch thats cruel,
Reveals us all as the beaten fool.
Quickly life will scar my soul.
Likely not I'll reach the goal.
Should I hope? Should I try?
I'll never reach those Mountains High!
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