Poem: Lose

Trying to find the vision of love that is desired.

Hoping that if I swing the bat that I do not miss.

Then I realize that my grass is still not green.

That it will not change no matter what side I choose.

If I am standing, I will not be forgiven.

That I am my only fighter, and I might not loose.

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Poem: All Gone

Was this the right call?

Faith told me to take a chance and I did.

Now I think my faith is telling me to bow.

I used to hate me.

Then I started to find the love that I never grew inside of me.

Now that love is fading.

I am not the same.

I am not growing.

I am just wasting.

Soon I will just be dry.

And all I my dreams will be gone.