Dreams of yesterday
Faded like footprints on the sand
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~
By Sofia Falcone
I passionately believe one person can make a difference. I write from my own experiences and interests. It is my greatest hope that by writing about my own challenges, victories, hopes and learnings, others may feel inspired to believe more in their inner power and to fully embrace themselves!
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This is poetry dear Sofia. You make the reader believe every word.
Thank you for your kind words!
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You are welcome, dear Sofia.