Poem -

Crossing

Crossing

I want to
crossover
As my
Blade
No longer
Has an
Edge

Whispers 
Have
Forgotten
Me
Yet
I am
Still
Here

Chains
Restraints 
Are
Rusted
mildew
Brandishes
my skin

Eyes 
Are blurry
As 
What
I see
Is
Both
From
The
Now
And
What
should
Have
Been

I think
I am
Ready
For
The
Crossover
Though
My
Stuborness 
Just
Will
Not
Give
In

One more
Angle
To 
Follow
Will
Break
The
Seal
To
The
Next
Chapter

What seems
Impossible 
Is
just
Over the
Horizon
I think
It is
Time
To
Regroup
I am not
Quite 
Done
Yet

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Angel

Cool write like it angle

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