I have two paths in front of me.
One is a storm now,
A later sunshine.
One is sunshine,
But soon to be a storm.
How do I know which is right?
Must I start over?
Yes, that is clear.
But do I start where I began?
Or start where I begin?
Maybe I shall end it,
Instead of paining myself and others.
But why should I run?
What would others think,
Of a person who runs?
Runners, or in other words, cowards.
A coward I am not.
I thinker I am,
I think to much sometimes,
I'm sure.
The future is a mystery,
No one can foresee,
Someone free me,
Then, let me be.
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Wishing for Daylight (Poetry)
Poetry(((Previosly known as: 'Begging for Breath'))) My poetry book. I have been told that these are very emotional, so don't say I didn't warn you if you cry... I hope you find at least one poem on here that you relate to... I, obviously, can relate to...
