Hope Dies Last. Poem by Monica Rose
Hope Dies Last.
Rating: ★5.0
These words...
These thoughts...
These scars...
These wounds...
All travel through my head
Like thousands of pounds of steal
Cutting through my flesh...
I need to get help.
But I already have,
I don't know how
I'll really stop.
I don't know when this will really end.
I hope before its far too late.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: travel,wounds
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8/29/2026 5:34:35 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I don't know when this will really end. nice meditative poem 10