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Where I Stand

A New Outlook

By Chase TaylorPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Where I stand my feet cannot move,

They are bounded to the floor as an anchor.

Where I stand I have thought of many things,

What have I done? What’s wrong with me? Who am I?

Where I stand I hear my mother banging on the door,

Baby Are you okay? Can you hear me? Can I come in?

Where I stand my soles have touched before,

Engraving these tiles into my skin.

Where I stand my mind has haunted me,

Of disappointment, anger, and misfortune.

Where I stand I watch my floors turn red,

And my body in slumber.

Where I stand my feet cannot move

Where I stand is where my life will end.

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Chase Taylor

“We are all stories in the end, let’s just make it a good one”

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