Hiding From Fate Poem by Phil Soar

Hiding From Fate



Is it too late to hide from fate
Or is it merely fact
That what is in our future
That our senses get attacked
By things we have no place for
And times we can't predict
If fate is late, then we can't wait
For the things it might inflict

Monday, March 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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