Troubled times bring troubled ways
And pain of seemingly unending days
Lost and confused my mind wanders
Of the days you were mine
I am broken and bleeding but the path is now clear
It's time to move on from here
Away from my sorrows
My pain
This internal unrest
Towards peace
Towards life
Towards hope
Now I find my resolve
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Newton's Cradle
PoésieThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.
