I want to hold my ground,
So please don't throw me down.
I've found a way to stand,
Legs scarred and scabbed.
I need a stronger hand to hold,
Receiving only your cold shoulder.
Being left out like this
Has left me so undecided.
I see my chance to fly,
Permission still denied.
Failing here, as usual is
The least of my miseries.
I feel that last push-off,
My newest double-cross lost.
Sadly, it never lasts long,
I'm far too busy falling down.
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I like this poem, minimal profanities, and very felt. Great title, you should join some writers forums and share your work with other authors and poets.
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