Waiting for Hope (Special released for 13,000 reads/Halloween)

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I hit my head and this is where I fell

Don't try to tell me this ain't hell

I can see the darkness surrounding me

And feel my eyes clouding over


This is not where I intended to be

But I suppose this is my fee

For living a life filled up with my lies

And hurting those that called me friend


From these ashes I cannot ever rise

Nothing but fire in those eyes

That keep me chained and locked up in this hole

And refuse to let me repent


But who holds the more curse and hated role:

The fallen or the tainted soul?

Who can't hope to ever receive mercy,

And who can try for forgiveness?


At least I can hope to one day be free

From damnation's great lunacy

And be reborn on Earth or in the sky

And heal this scar upon my heart


So is it better to let feelings die

For one more cherished chance to learn to fly?


(So I wanted to write a poem that was a little different than my others, and this is it. Sorry if it didn't meet your expectations! Thank you for the 13,000 reads, and Happy Halloween!)

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