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A Moment of Truth

Poetry By: EganPhotography85

Some times being alone makes your voice lost before it has a chance to be free.

Submitted:Aug 10, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

I am trapped in this fantasy

the one that goes different

every time my head starts to spin.

One moment I am in need of you and

the next I am wishing for a moment to be free.

A fantasy of love,

a fantasy of a life of laughter,

a fantasy of a brighter morning.

But fantasies are not always good,

at moments that fantasy becomes too real,

my heart starts to pound,

my eyes start to water,

and my mind can not stop running.

I keep what I know to my self,

I some times wish for a voice, the

point of time where you are the one

that can not speak.

For you know what I say is real,

and you give in to that

moment with out a fight.

So I sit here in the fantasy,

knowing if I was stronger

I would be able to walk away,

I would be free.


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