Last Fall Poem by Tanner Geldart

Last Fall



The blood runs cold through my viens
But still my heart beats even faster
I am afraid
Now fear turns to rage
Rage into hate
Hate into emptiness
Emptiness to isolation
I am alone
A hollow shell of my former self
Now one final step and the wind rushes by
One pain to end it all
This is my last fall

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Tanner Geldart

Tanner Geldart

Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada
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