I read your slate,
Signed after another mistake,
And I wished the earth would quake
And my beings take!
Help I was trying to lend
To save all a head!
Now I feel the weight of all the stress
On my shoulder pegged.
What have I done?
Why do I look odd?
When will I belong to a world?
My judge wouldn’t be my wrong?
How many times will I fall
Before I get to the fore?
How many more tears will fall
Before light would visit my facial wall?
I can’t go back to change the past
But I can again restart
And this time, I know faith will last
Because I’ll do everything to get it right!
meet the poet: Ambrose Anton Writes
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