Through The Open - Poem by Angie Crawford
Tears running down my face,
all I need is some space.
There is a door to my right,
but I am not prepaired to fight.
It is just right there and knowone has spoken,
but am i ready to go in through the open?
I wish I would have said something,
but all I could come up with was nothing.
My life is done,
and the winner has won.
I need to get one to listen,
but all I have is a mitten.
I dont know what to do,
not even after all I have been through.
I need to get through the open,
before my heart is broken
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