Poems from Shant Alexanian

The blood, sweat and tears. Sometimes life is a living hell. See if I won’t stand right back up. I won’t cower in a shell.   Think I’ll...
Raw emotion pours from my soul. Like a winding road, it cannot be defined by a straight line. It turns, then rises. Veers, then dips.   To...
The weights I've chosen to shoulder I bear not for my own intrinsic desires. Regardless, I take another step forward Relentless,...