The Possibilities Poem by Chelsea Lybbert

The Possibilities



The tears stream down my face,
As the thoughts begin to swell,
The pain this is causing me,
It’s too hard to tell.
The longer that I wait,
The more ideas run through my head,
Most of them are possible,
There is no doubt in my head,
That as far as I’m concerned,
I might as well be dead.

©2008 ~ChelseaML

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