Joel Anthony Poems

When I was young I would dream of a world that wasn't so cold, so full of realities that would bear strokes on the old. Where shameful hands were only unfinished deeds, where fatherhood meant more than fallen fruit from a tree.

When I was young I yearned to be without fear, that deep stricken fear that seeps its way into the soul. A life where broken dreams was just a waking in the night, and total darkness only a mere 8 hrs long.
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