Jason Persilver Poems

He ran to the end, just to find his shadow.
He ran so hard, but the goal left him hollow.
Now alone, he shivers with cold,
Can he go back to the days of old?
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He held on tightly,
Hitting with words of hate.
Saying what he wanted,
And using no restraint.
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I sometimes think the young is most wise,
Many times though, they are subject to despise.
“They’re babies so naïve, they know nothing at all.
How bold of them to think they can change the world.”
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“What’s wrong with me”, I often ask
As I look at the stranger in the looking glass.
A vessel once full, has now become hollow,
Still watching close by, but refusing to follow.
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We narrowly miss death by the ticking of hands.
One tock sooner and it could’ve been the end.
Is it God’s way of keeping us in check?
Reminding us that this could be our last breath.
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