Desperate Times.

July 24, 2008
By Christopher Morgan, Bossier City, LA

I thought I had a purpose in this life, memories fade,but put up a fight. Trying to hold on,and trying to mold. Trying to shape,but i just fold. Helpless thoughts i cant control,demons in my head making me cold. Running through my veins is the fear of death,but I cant help but to think what do I have left. The people around me turn away,im staring helplessly to this day. In a daze im so confused,trying to win and not to lose. Aimlessly looking for somewhere to turn.
Like a bull in a herd. Stubborn but scared about whats to come. So I have no choice but to run. Wishing and praying there is hope. Wishing and praying love will show.

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