Logan Rheinst

Rookie (7/22/89 / Rochester NY)

Pt.2 The Aftermath - Poem by Logan Rheinst

This feeling is out in the open,
and nothing at all has changed.
The hope, it has been broken,
but no one here's to blame.

We're just living out life's little game,
that we play to chose our paths.
We play until we go insane,
then unleash our drunken wraths.

The dream, it was unstable,
the results could have been tragic.
But they simmered down quite quickly,
with no causing of any havok.

If this is the way it has to be,
then I'll take it all in stride.
But if it proves too much for me to take,
then I’ll run to those I can confide.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, February 13, 2006

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