The girl who saved them all,

Could not be saved herself.

Of course you hush the battle within,

Yet it gets stronger attacking harder.

Is this what I am suppose to be doing?

Fear consuming us,

Taking us over.

Doubting what is right in front of us.

That is life.

Fighting ourselves,

Fear infecting our happiness.

Feeling helpless..

Falling deep inside ourselves.

Losing all sight of what is in front of us.

And now..

I know everything is gone.

The End

1 comment about this poem Feed