Can we all admit
That we’re scared as shit?
And our vehemence
Is a response to this?
I’ll drop my weapon
If you will drop yours
We won’t count the score
I wanna go home
And walk you to yours
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Jack Friend
Pizzaiolo, social worker, brewer, writer
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
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Very uplifting
Loved the heartfelt simplicity in your poem.