The shattered parts of me continue to be beaten
My crushed emotions and little strength are slowly vanishing
The fuzz light of hope dims as time goes by.
My bones are weak;
My voice is getting small,
My fingers find it hard to grasp,
and my legs begin to tremble.
I am ablaze with sadness,
fear, longing, and doubt
The days are becoming slower and longer
My gaze is getting blurred.
Will I be able to find my way home?
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
The shattered parts of me continue to be beaten
My crushed emotions and little strength are slowly vanishing
The fuzz light of hope dims as time goes by.
My bones are weak;
My voice is getting small,
My fingers find it hard to grasp,
and my legs begin to tremble.
I am ablaze with sadness,
fear, longing, and doubt
The days are becoming slower and longer
My gaze is getting blurred.
Will I be able to find my way home?
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