we often stand alone
deep inside our ruins
confused,
tired,
alone
giving up way too soon
life can be a rollercoaster
racing out of control
pain,
heartache,
emptiness
leave us a darkened soul
yet, within all the confusion
there is always hope
a single flower
among
the rubble
a sign to help us cope
YOU ARE READING
200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
