the light at the end of the tunnel...
will it ever be seen?
will these thick clouds of grey diminish?
or will they loom above me like a never-fading shadow?
i want to see how this all pans out
i want to know if it gets better
because my thoughts, once positive, seem to be lost
and i only hope that my future
means more than what my present
does now
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words whispered in the wind
Poetry~~~~ these words I whisper to myself these words I whisper in the wind and hopefully, these words you will whisper out loud to yourself when you look at the clock and see that it's three am once again ~~~~ All rights reserved.
