2.8.2014/1:23

Sat, 02/08/2014 - 02:30 -- AhmaadX

One,
Two,
Three,
A child counts with glee,

I count my pain,
Hoping feeling will wane,

I ask,
Can I maintain?

My voice sails into the wind,
My ship has left the shore,
I am left unsure.

Am I unpure?

One,
Two,
Three,
Is a child not me?

Can I not pretend that things will end?
With time as infinite,
Will my soul mend?
 

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