Wandering
Through this desolate life
Alone
Regrets, mistakes, memories
Running through my mind
Raindrops fall
But my tears fall faster
My sobs echo
Through the silence
I have no one
I have nothing
No where to go
No one to save me
From my own dark hell
I have only myself.
And alone
I must fight to win this war
Against the darkness
I must fight to find
Who I really am
And if I win
No longer will I be alone
No longer will I cry
No longer will I wander.
Author notes
Happy Birthday =]
A contest entry
- journey by autarky.
900 points, ended November 21, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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Sad, so very sad, but with hope at the end. Nicely written. I enjoyed reading this. Good luck in the contest. celtic queen


