Why is there such ignorance in this world?
Where I, like so many others,
am a fallen angel in the palm of a hand.
We don't really exist, we don't really see,
but we are there. Not because we wish to be
but because we are nothing.
We are sent here on a mission
we are unable to fulfill.
We want it over, the pain has gone on too long.
I don't want to be here physically,
what more is yet to come?
The world is a sand storm
which I cannot run from.
I am here for a reason unknown;
soon to disappear,
soon to watch the struggling struggle.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems all written by me when times were hard and when life was great. Read and enjoy! COPYRIGHT: All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and asso...
