Moments fought
Moments lost
Everything's given
Nothing left of cost
Dreams of future
Long forgotten
Fighting for life
Quite shortened
Still there is hope
Pulling the rope
Of the beautiful life
Quite shortened
Sitting on her bed by the window
Thinking of her ambitions
Now shallow
Will she ever be back
To normal life
Or will forever lack
The peace of strive
That was before
Before the dreaded cancer.
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Shards
PoetryMy memories sit atop my head Like a crown made Just for me For none to see Piercing me with shards of glass Embedded throughout its mass °●☆○~°~○☆●° This is a collection of all the finalised poetr...
