Michael Ardizzone

Rookie - 0 Points (February 10th,1986 / New Jersey, US)

Grow - Poem by Michael Ardizzone

I see the clouds before me
and the storm that lies ahead
and I think to my lonesome self
I'd much rather be dead.

I feel the foam at my feet
and the wind in my face;
the harder I have tried to win
the more bitter it made the taste.

I glance over at the bridge
and only i can tell
there was a lost man on it;
he wavered, then fell.

I stare into the future
and the only thing i know
is that what's to lose has been lost:
the only way left is to grow.

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  • (8/20/2007 4:35:00 PM)

    I love it. This poem has so much meaning.
    -Storm
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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 30, 2011


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