Your gateway to freedom
Who put that thought in your head?
To escape from reailty
You don't have to be dead
There comes a moment
When to you, you know
That it bring more pain to live
Than you ever want to show
Lifted off your feet
The sand will still have your mark
So no matter what way you can to leave
You will always be there, in the dark
Lifted together
Is it really the way?
Or is it just the end of suffering
But your past will never go away
YOU ARE READING
Footprints
PoetryMy third collection of poetry about everything that life may throw at us. Love, sadness, death...