Poems

Lost in Pride

251

A noble man once

Proper and prime

He did not know

The life left behind

A fruition came

On one bitter day

In a weak and mysterious

Order of play

Figure that had lost

Erupted in violence

Informing the depth

And reclusion of silence

Now he sits alone and stares

His jealous eyes

Loathed unlikely care

Alone

Much Love Much Life

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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