It was never the answer,
It doesn't cure
I am pure, from this uncured world
Though I do not know that
I only know my well being of myself
Not knowing my true self
From the outside world
Into the inside world
I am at the peak of my grave
Being reborn again into hallows of life
I couldn't hear, scream cry,
The worst thing was:
I couldn't see
Scream,
Cry.
I've don't know where to go.
I am blinded by this chaos
"A savior will be there."
Where is my savior?
Not knowing when or when they'll appear
I'll be sure to be unready, surpised, and ready to take everything on!
Day 8 of 'Rememering Mitch'
don't forget to heart and follow for more.
YOU ARE READING
~ Remembering Mitch ~ Year 2013
PoetryAll through November I will post poems. 'Remembering Mitch' is based on his legacy. He is NOT dead. He is still very alive in our hearts and souls he will stay there. Remember him cause he sees you from above. Join me as I write his legacy -I post...
