Ruckus

Tue, 04/27/2021 - 13:42 -- csauter

      

                                                                   Im 17 and I lost track of my dreams.

                                                              Seems to me my only option is to redeem;

                                                 what was once lost even at the cost of losing what it is I love

                                                             But I will rise above and one day find justice

                                                                        In the midist of all this ruckus

                                                                                              

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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