Balencing Fate Poem by Joshua Bantum
Balencing Fate
I’m always in the wrong place,
The weather has it’s already decided ways,
And I’m stuck dreaming within it’s endlessly changing paints,
I’m a blossoming tulip in winter,
A thinning tree in spring,
A cold heart in summers sweating passionate flare
And because of that,
I am by myself,
Alone on this bridge of exhaustion,
And the world hopes I faint while balancing on it’s ledge of sanity,
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