what know you of despair
when you mock my misery and laugh at my tears
what know you of sacrifice
when you trample on my awaiting dreams on sight
what know you of hope
when you tread heavy on my works
You can't snuff my fire
I am stronger than what you believe me to be
I am all that you are never ever or even was
I stand my own
I am free
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Vicky's Poetry Corner
PoetryI dabble in rhymes and free style from time to time. I love writing more than anything else. Sometimes just to escape from story writing, I do a little poetry or free-style prose to capture a thought or inspiration. I hope you enjoy it as much as I...
