Welcome to reality!
Wherever you go there is a calamity.
With the sand running through the hourglass,
We wait for the time that will soon pass.
In hopes to escape fate,
Illusions are what we create.
Shouldn't we be so glad-
Or is this world that bad?
Destined for the greatest heights,
But now we are just quivering with fright.
Trying to overcome the demons,
Aren't we worthy of appreciation?
Harder and harder we fought,
But now we wish we had not.
Still trying all we can,
Because the battle had just begun.
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When Winter Falls | Poetry
Poetry'Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings' - William Wordsworth. This book contains my OWN poetry. Enjoy the journey through these melodic verses and make sure to vote. (slow updates)
