history is made and not even in my way, it's yesterday
so much strain, so much pain I ask myself what is to gain.
As I strive and fight to stay alive
the true question is will I make it or die?
so long for this colorful world, for see the darkness has covered me like a girl.
Long lived me or like they say the king.I turn in my ring, and eternally rest under his wing.
Peace
1 comment:
i love the way you wrote this poem it come from your heart. it make me feel the pain your going thought .love it good work .
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