Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Poetry

Another year has come and passed
How does the time go by so fast?
I wish that I could make it last,
But I find myself running from the past

Bridges smoldering behind me
I fear I've left a wreck
I've taken the ones I care about
And tossed them off the deck

They struggle in the water
But I won't extend a hand
For I'm already swimming
To where I see the land.

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