I’m not sorry and I don’t need your pity. Save it for the next, hangman committee. My hands are tied with barbwire. I think they heard that armor is my chosen attire. This may be the last you see of me. But deep in your minds and souls, lies my legacy. A fear that you will never extract. Embedded lies that I told that I can never take back. So before you hang me let my words be my stinger. You may kill me today, but my past will always linger.
*Just something my mind generated this morning. Purely fictional*
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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