I lived in the shadow of my death.
Little turned out the way I thought.
I was laden with guilt,
When things got bad.
Yet I was stoic.
Given no choice,
But to accept what had happened
I lived in a world that was almost certain,
To mock my dreams,
To break my heart.
For me,
A broken heart,
Was like,
A broken bone.
When my body failed me,
Others failed me.
I had no control.
I had to give up the illusion.
We lived in the shadow of our death
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Poetry -Life Unwritten-
PoetryA collection of poems. Mostly taunting and pulling at how we view life. Or wanting to raise awareness on hard or untamed about subjects. (Therefore this is rated R) Beautiful cover by: @Salintha
