Impact, owner-less.
Evil words consume soft souls light.
Intent. Hates, disease.
. . .
Underdog. Hope lost.
Fighting until breath is spent.
Over under, my minds wager.
. . .
Yellow, warm light seeps in.
Sipping gray fog from hearts cup.
Pain’s ache becomes scars.
. . .
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert
Zachary W Gilbert, Author 
This is a nice poem… Simply the best.
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great poem! “Pain’s ache becomes scars.”
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