Toshia Hall Poems

We struggle to reach
Just what is out of reach
And yet we continue
To bleakly seek
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I can taste the misery and pain,
A bittersweet concoction
Of the utterly insane.

A recipe I know all too well.
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Atop the roof he stands staring out over the city

A dark silhouette against the flashing lights
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Wandering down the murky tunnel,

I count the cracks along the cavern walls.
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The tear rolls down my cheek
Into the forgotten ashes
Of the fire we once had
Fragments of my broken heart of bleak
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