Samantha Stough

Rookie (April 10,1994 / Pennsylvania)

The Maybe - Poem by Samantha Stough

My darkest of beasts

My coldest of nights

My biggest of feasts

My greatest of frights

The water that fills my cup

The wind that blows in my face

The fire that boils my blood

The hand that pushes me away

My highest of hopes

My sweetest of lies

My steepest of slopes

My cloudiest of skies

The smoke that kills my lungs

The time that goes to waste

The knot that ties all tongues

The one who leaves without a trace

My strongest of sorrows

My strangest of ways

My doubt of tomorrows

My pain until my dying day

The hour that never ends

The anchor that holds me still

The promise that depends

The maybe that never will

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010

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