shanique johnson Poems

Crippling desire of despair searching for the finer things.
Passion they say will get you there, dream big and watch it happen.
No I say that was not fair to lose the battle in my head, to pay the price then dread with fear. It damaged my mind and crippled the spin, needless to say I felt left behind.
Dead or alive I seek to find away to turn back the time. What would I do if it were so? Live the life of the desire I now know.
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