a short poem about declaring one's independence
|A Declaration of Independence
I am not the person I thought I was.
I do not forgive.
Instead of dead on the side of the road.
This world is not made for the weakling.
The strong will do you mean.
Dirt will cover your eyes,
Your beautiful smile,
Unless you breathe,
I am not forgiving.
My friends don’t blanket the earth.
My enemies thrive on the innocence of life.
An accident that no one intended,