I don't believe in some higher power
that comes and saves us at the 11th hour
I believe we have sealed our fate
we have raped our beliefs
made life so cheap
I believe we are far past, way to late
but in spite of it all
though we stumble and fall
the tunnel must still come to an end
and though there are no bright lights
just the proverbial constant fight
I still believe we can start again
YOU ARE READING
my sanity
PoetryThe battles fought ... In the end ... What I defend ... Is my sanity