Stephan Accilien Poems
- The Warrior As he prepares for war, The Warrior straps on ...
- Cee I stare at the calendar, waiting. Waiting to see if she ...
- Father Nature You'll never make it, he says. You won't ...
- Emptiness As I lay on mother nature's cold green hair, I ...
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Comments about Stephan Accilien
You'll never make it, he says.
You won't amount to anything, he says.
You are a failure, he says.
Your an embarrassment to me, he says.
Your this your that he argues.
Nothing in your life is of substance.
You wasted your life trying to live it.
All he says is negative comments.
So this is what you do,
You pick your head up and you walk tall
You are a rock,
There are many different kinds of rocks,
Varying in size, shape, color, and texture.
You are the smooth rock, engraved with dents.
This is a rock thrown around all its existence and still solid ...