My Post (9)

Looking up from the forest floor
Crawling so long and more
This last chance to find
A struggle of fortitude and mind

You left me here to die
Yet you forgot I knew your lie
Following the maze that sprung
From these things you have done

At last a final glimpse
All you will do and since
I can wrap you in forgiveness
They can all finally witness

A concern you know not
A feeling you never thought
Could caress this mortal flow
This is now—you must go

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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