by Brandon Clark

Created on: April 30, 2009

I sit alone, though not at home,

I guess I'm walking this path I chose.

Who am I to judge another person of what they're worth,

I just want the courage to redeem all I've cursed.

I feel it gets worse before it gets better,

So instead I write poems, and then my last letter.

I walk a lonely road, one I've come to know well,

I shall take my stand at the firey gates of hell.

I will miss you, and remember your touch,

I just pray that you will remember as such.

I want you to know, I would've always tried,

And now I guess its time, for me to say, goodbye.

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