X Poem by Max Buchanan
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Free will beats your front door down
Your brittle forward pacing now carved out of stone
Last steps down hell's hallways now
Let me be the one standing at the end of all your victories
At the end of all your glory
and at the end of all your failures
To tear down vultures overhead
and rats underfoot
Forever your shield
The rust or the glow
The damage or healing marching in rows
A beautiful piece of poetry depicting the essence of a friend indeed. A lovely piece of poetry written in poetic diction. Thanks for sharing and more grease to your elbows. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
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4/19/2024 2:36:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Great imagery, mi can feel the intensity throughout, nice write.