Way To Late Poem by Justina Blue

Way To Late



In a hole so deep
I can only see the sky
The world is spinning
My grasp is slipping
Where do we go from here
When theres nothing left but fear
What happens now
When your whole world is
Tumbling down...

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Tom Balch 22 August 2008

Yes, I really love this poem, very well written.

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Justina Blue

Justina Blue

St. Pete Florida
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