Despite all that has happened, all that has transpired
Despite every little thing in the world shouting at me to finally throw the towel
I hold on to every last bit, every small flash, of hope within me
Foolish as it may be,
None of that matters anymore.
What matters is that I see this petty life to its eventual end, wonderful or otherwise
But even more than the end, I know I have a lot to write and tell
And for you, I have stories more and more to share.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Dreams
PoesíaIn a world full of dreams and whatnots, can you keep your hopes high and your chins up? Can you keep up with the pace of the rotation of the world or will you drop? This is a collection of some of my poems and other short stuff for the time being.
