Worthless Peril Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Worthless Peril



To know all too well
What is withered
Often sickens the soul
Laugh at my own misfortune
How I long to pluck
The petals of
A delicate rose
In awe I stare
No forest is too deep
How far will I go
In search of happiness
To mend a broken heart
I run and stumble
Only to learn
The fall was never
Worth it at all

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