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Part 2:The Demise
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The Battle of Wills I fall to my knees
sink within the sand
my grave, my true solice.
A melancholy peace,bitter
unreasoning to my fears
all consuming to my pride.
You stand at my feet
the dust washed from your face
the sand gone from your hands.
Staring with pity
a hatred unworthy
to my empty gaze,
unseeing past my pain
past the emptiness felt alone.
Wow, this is some very emotional stuff. I can't say anything bad about this poem.
love it too but i still don't see why you don't make it all one poem
ash
"I fall to my knees
sink within the sand
my grave, my true solice."
i love that part but maybe you should say to my grave
Much Love
Ashley