Joshua Crumpton Poems

I'll never surrender, forever fighting til the end. Life often buries my face in the dirt, yet I stand to my feet and try again.

At times the world is cold and harsh, things never seem to go the right way.
I must march out of the darkness and never again let myself fall astray.
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As I gaze at the mirror that hangs, what is this that I see.
As I stare, I wonder how this person looking back is who I've come to be.

I look into those eyes, in which seem to only behold sadness.
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Riddles of the mind, riddles of the heart.Sympathy is blind, but i guess it's a start.
Dreary windows of a soul tainted, left so impure.Is it possible for a demon to be sainted? I'm not really sure.
Impulsive actions and agony seems to be the toll.Drenched and weary, destruction of my very soul.
Discontent with all the masks that I use, to cover the real me.I'm pitiful in this darkness, yet I can't seem to flee.
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