to Ruin

The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.

Corrie ten Boom

As I walk down the road to ruin
Alone and frown faced in the rain
I ask myself what I stand to gain
Where I to lose my grasp of when

And where exactly I need should be
In order for my mind to be free
Of the plaguing picture that its me.

© The Poets Peace 2019

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. jomz says:

    Wonderfully written!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much jomz, I’m glad you liked it

      Liked by 1 person

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