Various Poems & Other Writing

There will be more added to this page as time goes on. For now, I'll post a personal piece of writing as a placeholder. This piece will be a poem, as most of my work is poetry or of that vernacular.

They're Coming

by Brandon

They’re coming from all over,

Walking down these roads…

The streets are filled with strangers,

If only there was someone you could know –

They’re walking from the past,

Emerging in the future –

They’re climbing,

They’re running,

They’re making themselves known.

‘They’ aren’t as foreign as you may think –

They’re you and me,

We are them.

We walk together,

Or we run apart –

But we stride towards a singular goal –

We take a pace that forces our fate to unfold.

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