The Bold Poem by Ryan Whyte

The Bold



A broken soul, incomplete and overseen
Smashed like the rolling tides of the sea
Beautiful winds turn into beckoning gusts
As humor full games turn into hurtful thrusts
Overseeing what time has aged and been
The pieces of the puzzle rigid and old
Showing nothing but the loss of the bold

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