Notecard Poem #3



Fallen from heights unfathomable
Broken on impact, shattered
Weakened by that fall, I was
 
Low as I feel
I must keep Death
From coming near
 
Looking for a way out
This pit is so Dark
I cannot clearly see
So, I shout.

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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