Something Poem by Ashleigh R. Gardner

Something

Rating: 4.0


as it rots away, i drift away
saying nothing, hearing enough
but the sting of it all stays
pounding in me, staying tough

i hear it calling me
it stalks with severe pace
and i look back to see
i have not one the race

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