Staring at the Sky


I look up to the sky,
wondering why,
I am sitting here today,
not six foot under,
or down an abandoned path,

I may be, lost,
without hope,
but still i see a bright light,
at the end of the tunnel,
so i keep following...

I am still searching for someone or something to put my faith in,
answer my questions,
listen to be,
allow me to be me,
so i keep breathing...

The End

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