Best Poem of B.A. Phillips

A Rhyme
Breaking down in my chair
What's left except to stare
At a life that once look so filled
Now looks unwilled
Foreign thoughts taking me by the hand
All the way to the desert land
Out of water and out of hope
Dragging feet; head down; beginning to mope
I've had my fill of this life
Just tracing my . . .
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Not The Same Old Rededication
Today I must confess
To remove this from my chest
But turn around and bottle no more

I can hear that spirit still among me
The faint whisper of negativity
Growing in me, and never letting go

For too long I've known silence
For too long I've been weak
For the first time, now, I am strong
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