But I carried on,
Dragging the heavy chains,
Along with me,
Days turned into months, and months into years.
And I still walked through the crowd,
Still I dragged my feet,
Still I moved my almost lifeless body,
Through the non-existent scenery.
But as the old saying goes,
There's always light at the end of the tunnel,
A pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Like wishing upon a shooting star.
And there at the end of my tunnel,
A simmering light calling me,
I just knew it was waiting for me,
It was calling me.
The people around me,
Nearing closer to the end,
Weak smiles on their faces,
On mine too.
And when I finally reached,
The end of my journey,
I felt the weight leave my shoulders,
My once dragging feet, now at a walking pace.
I looked down at my hands,
The colour returning to them,
The weight lifting,
And I noticed,
So did my phantom chains.
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A Key To My Mind
PoesíaA range of different poems written by me. They speak of my experiences with people, my wishes and dreams, how I feel sometimes and just about life in general. I hope you enjoy.
