Holding on to hope...

“You are the thunder that echoed through the night;

died off in the distance and stayed out of sight.

 

Every day an endless nightmare;

every night a dying dream.

 

A sleepless heart,

a scattered brain,

a dying light holds onto faith.”

This poem is about: 
Me

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