Time was
When I believed
That Hope was enough…
Time is
A life of heart-sickness
And sorrow
And loneliness.
A life where all my hopes
Have been gradually torn apart.
No joy,
No hope,
and a God
Who has turned his back on me
If he was ever there.
Time will be
More pain
And sorrow
As much as I can bear,
And then some.
That's what I've had so far,
And I've no reason to believe
That it will change…
Time was
When I had hope
Time is
When I know better.
Time will be…
What????
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Poems of a dark soul
Poesíathese are a mix of poems from someone who wishes to be anonymous. its about their struggles through life. we hope you enjoy and comment if you want more. *WARNING* MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS
