Pride and loneliness, both burdens to bear,
somewhere along the way there was not a
reason to care? From the nursery floor to
walking upright by the sea, I soared like a
bird high up in the tallest tree.
I question one, I question all, I stand alone,
and alone I fall. From the darkest valley to
the highest hill… I lived life on my terms, my
last thought, as the shot rang out, there would
be no one to care; it was my own blood that I
spilled?
2013©annjohnsonmurphree
ann johnson-murphree 
Wow. This one makes me wonder. Wonder about my life.
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This is a little ‘shake up’ and wake up call.
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Its not only this poem i like – i like the whole blog and the way you write
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You have “made” my day…thank you so much. Ann
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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Love your work and I am following you now!!
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Thank you so much, and I will continue to read your post as well. ajm
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