WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

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Year by year falling to the
ground one petal at a time

Faces, names, dates and dreams
all being blurred by the blood and
the tears.

Yearning to open the door to
a road no longer traveled

. . . but the knob has been
swallowed by doom and despair

Every breath becomes my last

The only feeling is no feeling
at all . . .

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