Dreams of yesterday
Faded like footprints on the sand
Stagnant goals
A disease that has no end
A soul struggling to carry on
The grim reaper looks for me
Eager to pass its final judgement
Hoping to carry me to death's pit
I want to ran in despair
Yet it fills me with fear and sadness
Without strength I try to fight
I do what I can to carry on
All I can do is wait for a sign of life
Hoping it fills the void in me
Filling the emptiness which overwhelms my soul
I feel as if I am facing the abyss
Anticipating my final moment
I watch my life as it plays
That old horror movie which does not let go
Do not dare to sob
Do not dare shed a tear
I am but the one you have forgotten
Do not dare try to remember me
A struggling soul who tried so hard
Yet all you could do was tear it apart
~Sofia E. Falcone~
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This is poetry dear Sofia. You make the reader believe every word.
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Thank you for your kind words!
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You are welcome, dear Sofia.
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