Living this life like
a survival needs
to fight
growing up was a
curse for the feelings
that in time got worse
changing me to the
core, the mind is good,
but thoughts are
getting sour
hope is long gone
still faith in me tends
to get strong
lesson is hard to
recall, nothing really
to mention just another
night with some
undesired thoughts.
Sometimes it’s just you and your imagination, creating worlds of illusion no one can understand.
poetry 