Sometimes, I look up, through the trees
Where I used to believe in a world unseen
Please be- please be
I used to dream so blissfully!
My heart, my soul, wandering un-whole...
I lost everything I owned!
You see, my life is now a tiresome fight-
But I will stay alive- stay alive!
I will see the sun rise!
Though I have no light,
No might,
I will carry on through this dark land
Just please...
Hold Out Your Hand
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of the Broken
PoetryThere are voices that cannot be drowned, and writings that cannot be burned. That is because they have found worse and have slowly learned. And this is true. From them, comes the Collection of the Broken.
