Wounded Poem by Levan Thomas

Wounded

Old before my time
Playing the same old rhyme
Because its easy
Until fate takes aim
To obliterate your claim
With no warning
Tell me I'm still young
Many nights have gone
In a whisper
I'll find you my friend
Let's make time again
To be better

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