I look up in the great big sky
And feel the urge to cry.
I feel alone, lost, and afraid,
Wanting somone to come to my aid!
Death come and take from every pore
For my life is to live no more!
Fierce Winds through the trees
Howels a violent
"follow me"
Silence and calm at a body of water
"What is the cruel meaning of this"
I demand to wonder?
Looking down I see face
And it says to me with great disgrace,
" death not come and take from every pore, MY life is to live more!
I realise NOONE will come to my aid
of my being afraid,
I am in control of my life
I cant. Wont, depend on others for strife.
I AM ME I AM STRONG! MY LIFE WILL LIVE L........?
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC