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Lighting flashing
and the wind crying
so many emotions flood me at once.
The painful tightening of my chest
brings tears to my eyes
and collapsing is inevitable.
To be whipped up in the wind
and rain would be but a dream,
lost in the forgotten ages of my past.
Ambition and motivation are a
forgotten concept to me.
The near future scares me
because I don’t know where I’m going.
Do you know where you
are going?
Do any of us know?
Any answer would be acceptable.
But no answer can even be conceived
without facing reality.
Cheers to pains of the past
and the uncertainty of the future.
About the Creator
Becca Mahar
Poetry is my passion. I tend to spill my heart out in my writing, so if you enjoy compelling emotional poems, my page is for you. I'm a neverending abyss of emotions.



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