The StruggleA Poem by i.dont.know.what.to.putHe struck like lighting; Sudden and hard. Even then, he was my sacred writing. Then it became obvious; I was scarred. Searching, I found my bitter serenity. Unknowingly I became a prisoner of my own mind And I lost the key; now it’s a necessity. There are no tears for the ones left behind, Because there’s simply nothing left of me. He picked me off the floor, I told him I was fine. He lifted me, lifted me higher than ever before. Then I could see; he was the divine. My forever more. © 2016 i.dont.know.what.to.put
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