Part Three (if it were to be)

by annex50

You are
confronted
with hypocrisies,

you only have

another

choice.

Desperate,

maybe.

Smart,
it is
your next move.

For my mom,
she picked me up and
pursued

Her
actionable progress;
horses,

they learned
galloped, and
triumphed.

She fought
against the
BEAT.

CRASH!

Look up,
at the blinding flash;
lightning.

She hated that.

Fast,
it was,
larger,
(BEAT)

it was,
defeating
it seemed.

Not this time,
or
the next
(BEAT)
day,
it seemed.

The door.

It turned,
every
(BEAT)
day.

But,
it was
my reach

today,
that turned
the tide.

BEAT
was
against
MY
heart,

and
it
failed,

but

still
knocked

and

turned.

again.

Why?

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