Make Things Right Poem by Connor Whyte
Make Things Right
As I stand alone I begin to fall. To darkness which is blind, to fall forever kept from the light. I get closer but things begin to tilt as we fall backwards through another attempt to stand. Death is unavoidable but so is life this is my chance to make it right.
Our poems are similar, at least in meaning. I enjoyed reading this piece.
Connor, I absolutely LOVE this one, short, sweet and straight to the beautiful point. Well done and PLEASE don't stop writing!
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4/24/2024 5:44:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Awesome - the strong desire to stand while you fall uncontrollably; one step forward, two steps back when you try to improve your life and make amends for your mistakes.