Alone

 

 

Alone

 

My hopes and dreams fly away,

Whatever I do, I can't make them stay.

They slipped through my cold, hard hands,

Slipping through like ungrabbable sands.

 

All my big hopes drained through first,

After that, I felt cursed.

My dreams were the second to go,

I never felt so down and low.

 

Now I sit here with a pen,

Feeling hurt once again.

Tears fall down my sad face,

The pain I fought, I can't erase.

 

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(A poem I wrote around November 9, 2006. I was 14)