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Aug 2012
I want to run, run away from this thing called life,
and make my way toward a new me;
a renaissance to believe in and hope for.
I’ve grown impatient with the meaningless days and sleepless nights;
dreams that disturb and work unsatisfying.

Frightened of change, for there is comfort and familiarity
in the desperate misery I’ve become accustomed to.
The uncertainty of tomorrow is beyond my vision,
Yesterday has undone me and tortures me stil.
You were my hope and my future.

Now I must go alone through life’s dark alleys
without your light to guide my way.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Green Bay
(Green Bay)   
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