They always said there would be a light at the end of a dark tunnel,
so I listened and scrambled around in the pitch black darkness; never afraid of the fact I couldn't see because I knew I would find the light.
Along the way, I fell and tripped but I kept getting back up and marching forward and hoping I would finally get to see this light.
Eventually, I did find it;
only to realize it was a speeding train.
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When the Silence is Broken
Poetry*Originally called Unspoken Thoughts* Here is a collection of unspoken thoughts as poems and written works. Pretty much any piece of writing I have that isn't necessarily a novel. Some sad, happy, others angry and upset. It is your choice to read t...
