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Memories and Angels
November 9, 2015
I sit on the couch,
Seeing the memories of days past,
Flashing though my minds eye.
My endless torment never ceases.
No dreams in sight,
No hope to fell,
And no end to this hell on earth.
I'm an angel caught in the criel hands of fate,
Swept up in the River of Time.
The torment of life punches me,
Stabs me,
Kills me.
No dreams,
No hope,
Only hate.
My fate,
My hate,
My life.
© Kaylen C., St. Clair, MI
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This poem was written during a time in my life that i couldn't see a way out of. However, just know that even though u may not see the way out now, there is a way out and you will find it. even the darkest night has its dawn.