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Poetry By: ezzy

Tags: Life, Pain.

How bad times are getting for me...

Submitted:Dec 27, 2007    Reads: 140    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

As days go by my mind becomes restless.

I wonder how would I surivie, as each day passes by.

I become more dark by the strikes of life,

I glare out on the open hoping things will get better,

as hours go by; things don't seem better.

Each year that comes by, times getting troublesome,

As I grow older I begin to lose hope, life to me was wonderful,

I have learn wonderful times get snatched away from me;

leaving me with only a taste I'll always yearn.

The pain inside grows and grows until it is cut once again;

that pain is like cancer that comes and goes.

I will not give up on the hope things will get better, and believe life is beautiful...


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