Ok i had to put this one up coz one of my friends criticized it and i want to know more opinions, he said it doesnt sound like a poem and it isnt poetical its more literary....so let me know what you all think....thanks...

A lifetime can be likened to a lonely beach of sand
A stranger makes a mark one day
An imprint of a hand
A hand reaches out through the despair
No questions asked, no judgments made
A gentle knowing look and hope rises again...

Ok heres my next story sorry its a week late but didn't like the one I wrote last week. This one is a bit less raw than usual but as always needs work. I hope you enjoy it

When I was young I was asked to do a paper on the morality of Euthanasia, at the time I naively saw it as a sign of personal weakness to resort to suicide. Just the thought of not fighting to the bitter end appalled me. I had been brought up admiring the final stands of histories heroes. How the Spartans fought...

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