Soiled if I Go

Soiled if I Go

A Poem by Andrew

Life is good.

It's coming back to me
Vividly, like I painted a picture
Down this barren road I go
Tough, but never the victor
The haze can mask what courage can't 
Life's a b***h I want to quit her
Will it be soiled if I go?
The answer couldn't come quicker

© 2010 Andrew

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Depression can be a bear, but at nineteen, you can absorb a lot. Don't take anything too seriously, as it'll be 180 degrees different five years from now!
It took me two reads to catch it, but I see you are striving toward rhyme with picture, victor, quit her and quicker. A noteworthy try! All that puzzles me is, WHAT is the "it" that may be soiled? The picture? The road?

Posted 9 Years Ago

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