Down at my feet,
Too many nights
Too frightened to sleep.
The images that appeared
Left me shivering with cold,
The painful thoughts choking
All hopes of growing old.
A dawn now descends
With a sky painted gray,
Tears on frozen cheeks
Reflecting another lost day.
I plod along slowly embraced
By these sad thoughts,
A lifetime of hope
Having never been wrought.
This one is so sad...I learned today that "hope" is a profound word. It can yield so much power when really embraced. Hope often appears when all else is lost and can be infinitely more powerful that what is gained from it
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