will it ever be? will there be a we? or is it something no one will ever see? or will it just be a me? its all under your control. you decide what/who will keep you whole. and who will have a great place in your soul. and those who dont make that cut will have to keep searching through the bowl. who will get in free and who will have to pay a toll? no one knows and no one will until that day comes when truth will be set free and the rest will be stuck with coal.
Good poem, Go on trevor victor. I invite you to read my poem and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know the feeling. Keep writing and looking. good write