I stand prepared, calm and ready. I am hoping for the best not know what what is next. My eyes grow tiresome and my body gets weak. The suspense is killing me. Or am I just not ready for what I am about to witness.
What if the simplest thing becomes havoc
What if I don't take it well
What if I am hurt again
What if I am not ready
What if the sky starts to crack and my world goes black
What if all hell breaks loose and I am in the middle of the chaos
What if this is my last shot at I don't take it
What if I am back to nothing
What if am alone
What if I am left in the dark....
By: Ghost Konflict
Format/Credit: What if poem
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"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
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"True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld
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