Echoes Of The Past Poem by Noah Body
Echoes Of The Past
Echoes of the past reverberate in my head
It is by purest chance that I am not dead
My body lives on despite the rotted core
Long ago I died for once and ever more
I stand at the portal and outside I gaze
At all of life that is lost in the haze
Never again of life shall I partake
I shall not ever again awake
For the beast has won in the end
To eternal hell did he me send
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5/7/2024 12:43:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The Beast may be there but you are the winner. For the hurdles you have climbed along with the challenges you have faced are an inspiration to others. Thank You Tony.