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What am I?

What am I?

I am a colorless moth that leads you to the light
I am the voice in your head that tells you wrong from right
I am the rumble in your stomach when you see the broke and starving
I am the wall you hit when thinking of self harming
I am the regret you feel when you took what wasn't yours
I am the Pitt you fell in when you did not finish your chores
I am the ache in your heart when you know you left her sobbing
I am your reality check when you think your cleverly plottingĀ 
I'm the sorrow you feel for not visiting your grandma before she passed
I'm the reason you strive to be better than your past
I am the signal flare that warns you when your being stupidĀ 
And if you do not heed my call it will lead you to your ruin

By LukeCoomer Ā©

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Tony Taylor

This is a VERY powerful piece of introspective phrasing!!..... the voice of reason speaking its mind.....VERY creative brother poet!!..... so sorry I haven't been around to read more of your stuff..... you continue impress!!......ALL STARS!!..... well done LUKE!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?āœ³āœ“ā˜€

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Luke Coomer

Thanks tony

i promise to always deliver my very best you can count on that sir..!

-luke-

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Valerie Lynn

I wanted to keep reading this! So very powerful. I hope someone nominates this for the contest!!Ā 

-ValĀ 

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Luke Coomer

Thanks ValerieĀ 

ive never really had someone tell me I deserve to be nominated ! You have no idea how much that means to meĀ 
thank you very much..!

-luke-

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