The Price Poem by Cody Osterberg

The Price

Rating: 4.0


Sticks and stones,
Breaking bones.
Broken glass,
Bloody Past.
Feels like rain,
Forgotten pain.
Young and old,
Ice cold.
Lights and sounds,
Going rounds.
Freedom and truth,
Dying youth.

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Cody Osterberg

Cody Osterberg

Muskegon Michigan
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