Drew Choyce
Wofford College
January 2012
This pain, a mask I wear,
suppresses these feelings
of happiness inside.
Watching us walk to nowhere
besides an emptiness grows
where my childhood died.
As the sun rises, as I
remain true, chains of purpose
become noticed.
Upon my body the shadows flee,
on this side of the street,
the weak stand strong.
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