Jake Gollon Poems

What left is there to gain?
All is lost on this day of rain,
Drying tears and coping with
a heavy adolescent pain.
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Out of personal hatred,
with my life off-track,
I picked up a bottle
and tipped it back.
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Searching with no cause
Through the dark of night
Over nameless hills
Threatened by the plight.
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Let me tell you about The Coach,
The only true hero I’d ever meet,
He’d lay himself down instead,
Just to lift you on your feet.
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