Thursday, March 24, 2011

Won




Never can I truly know,
the pain within my heart.
Each time I brace,
to see the past,
I find I barely last.

My breath draws short,
my beating sides,
are aching with much fear.
My pulse is banging,
I am draining,
my blood from my mind.

Terror lasts,
then I blast,
a ray of hope and joy.
I am me,
and always be,
the bright
out lasting
one! 


K.A.P.
6/25/2009

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