Saturday, 26 April 2008

Poem 8

Feeling like a hour galss with no sand,
Stuck in oceans of fear with no boat.
Flying through the clouds of self doubt,
Trying to embrace lifes beauty by it's throat.
Escaping the well of the worlds disease,
Wading through fields of hate and disppair.
Battling back is without any ease,
Letting loose berdens is in my heart.
Opening the curtain to hopes door,
Running from the terror inside.
Freedom is what i need to explore,
Wrapped in happieness and content.

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