here is a new poem by me,
winter comes and gose,
time flys bye without a trace....and im left behind.
i stand in the past not knowing what to do,
sould i walk farward, backwards?
should i stay put, and wait to be found....
will i be found?
will i stay in the dark......these thuoghts come to me now.
the light is diming and its hard to see,
nothing is the same as it used to be.
i see a window, it calls to me.
thruogh it i can see pasters of green and the sky once more.
i wake, in my bed........."a dream?" i ask myself.
"yes." i lie to calm myself, No dream could have been so.....
REALL.
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