Times in this bleak world,
I see a ray of hope just behind the clouds.
At a given moment,
I know I will make it far in this country.
Sickly is not the word today,
I can see my life stretch far along the wide horizon.
Sometimes when there is time,
I think of all the greats I could become.
The dark storm isn't raining this day,
I can walk into the sunshine.
Chains around my ankles disappear,
I am freed from their hold.
Time for a change in the wind tonight,
I can write my own destiny.
That is, until next time,
When I again fight my inner demons.
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Solving the Mystery to My Own Murder
PoetryA collection of poems of what goes on in my head. Some are self-hate filled, some are love-filled, some are based on my other works, what is going on in the world and my life... Some are relate-able, some are weird, but either way, I kind of hope y...
