Author - Jonathan Avis
Focus Poems... Real Stories
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The sense of urgency runs through my blood,
being pumped by my straining heart.
The cold envelopes around me,
yet I do not think about it.
Something else runs through my mind,
staying there all the time.
Don't know who to trust and with what,
been broken so many times before.
There may be a few, but it's better than none.
It is those who trust me, whom I confide trust in.
Often we don't get what we want,
but rather what we need.
Which is much better for the soul.