The Dawning Of A New Age

August 16, 2008
By Anonymous

So I pick myself up off the ground,
And pray for the love I have not found.
Not yet, anyway.
Tomorrow is a new day.
I know I'm still young,
But the breath is being cyphered right out of my lungs.
Love does not exist here.
Let go go the memories held so dear.
They are of little importance now.
And we're not sure how.
The tingling in my veins,
burns too much to heal my pain.
I'm so cold now, and my life is slipping.
I wonder if I might be tripping.
Could I be in a state of bliss?
Even though I can't find happiness.
Is this how it's supposed to be?
Am I not supposed to be free?
Let me bleed,
And let me breathe.
Let me learn,
And help me see.
The Dawning of a New Age.

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