I've been here all this time,
Waiting, waiting, waiting
For someone to hear my plea
And finally set me free.
Days turn to months,
Months turn to years,
My hope fades with every passing day
Wondering if I'll ever be okay.
Still the same cell and bed
While the world moves on ahead,
I feel my spirits began to fade
And wish for the words left unsaid.
Swoosh...swoosh...
As the wind blows past,
I wish it would last
For I have no one left
As I take my very last breath.
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Lost Girls: An Anthology of Poems
شِعرIt's okay to be lost amid the chaos of the world. Where I let out all the consuming thoughts stuck in my head. Dedication: To anyone who's hurting, you're not alone. It'll be okay.
