Scarred hands and glassy sore eyes,
Won't endure the pain and wait.
Tears flow down and wet the cheek,
Fears arouse surrounding me.
With a hopeless and a desperate look,
Towards the past and the future.
What a life of a forlorn past and a hopeless present can ever hold?
Too strange have I always said, :
"Let go of fear and focus on the road."
Could this feeling last longer than it already has ?
Should the pain exceed happiness,
Happiness must be worth and life long.
How to conquer the darkest fears and never ending thoughts?
How is a bud supposed to bloom?
While it awaits the day it dies and rots,
Then fall into the black soil and faint.
We all suffer and suffer til the day that is worth the wait...
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The Burning Embers
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