The hard-earned hopeA Poem by Lupus Kaos
My strength fades as I
fight for a goal that some maybe even now won't understand or feel. My life is filled with thoughts awful in form but, as a craftsman shapes his clay, doing it whatever pleases him I will shape my existence so that it will learn to reject the call of sorrow while it fights to stay alive. I am alone and this might never change, but I'll have by my side the power of the past, as a sword to rip the future and conquer it, to be as far as I can a strong fighter against the romantic illness. I will WIN for it is up to ME. © 2013 Lupus KaosAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorLupus KaosMacedonia, GreeceAboutSadness I like to embrace in each of her forms. I feel alone and Solitude is my only friend...But I have no complain about that, since I can write and express myself. more..Writing
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