Eyes like glass I watch the shore, hoping for the sea,
It ran off today,
What have I done.
Ears like chimes i listen, hoping,
The walls dont speak my name,
What have I become.
I stand here, day after day,
Listening for the sound, a wolves bay,
And I sit on these slopes hoping for a way,
What have I done,
What have I become?
Who am I now,
What will I say,
If I saw myself today, long before the end,
Would I smile proud,
Or weep in despair,
At what I've done,
What I have become.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
