Stepping Out
Poetry Blog
Monday, October 14, 2019
Ice Cold
Regrets stab
like twisted metal
in the back...
Running away
from the thoughts
when they attack...
Learning wisdom
through the lies
and truth they lack...
Realizing
they were only ever
talking smack.
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