A Reason...
Her head's spinning,A collage piecing up.
She's feeling tired,
Can't stand on her legs.
A collage with no meaning,
With no reasons to live.
It's torture to open her eyes
And a nightmare to sleep.
Dreams take over reality,
Reality is blurred with fog,
Can't see the way to the finish,
To the last stop.
A reason to continue walking
A reason to end this race,
A reason to hope for a better tomorrow,
A reason to learn to live again.
Poetry by krii
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Written on 2012-02-26 at 21:12
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