A new chance.
An ordeal for nothing real,For there is no one.
Words split before I'm hit,
And still remains undone.
The agony of which I plea,
Keeps to itself.
A demand to harm,
Or boldly disarm,
Is a question of my health.
A part time climb,
To become sublime,
Is surely here to stay.
The lonely nights,
Are now forever bright,
And will keep me
From walking away.
Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-11-27 at 17:23
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