How do you keep walking forward without wanting to look back?
Your self-made contempt must justify it.
My journey through hearsay.
Birth to beyond being explained,
while I’ve never been posed with a question.
Imprisoned by pride with that broken conscience,
do you get to stand trial for your faults?
If excuse could no longer be an option, what then would you plea?
I know, that even at that moment, you’ll still forget,
forget to just turn around….
…to see what you left behind.
Beautiful. Keep up the good work
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nice one…👍
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As always, thanks for taking the time to read.
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😇😇yr welcome☺☺
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Love your poems! 😀
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Hey, thanks. Really appreciate you reading!
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My pleasure! 🙂
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Wow!
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Gifted you are!!
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Thank you for the lovely compliment
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