Endless noise block out the surrounding
The screaming river bounty of life
There a woman knelt-
Hands in her face, knees sodden of mud
The world heavily burdened upon her shoulders
Her dress- torn
No one knows of her as she wept
Her fate grasped-
Yet slipping into the water between her fingers
Her heart- broken
She has fallen,
Lifeless.
Weeping over broken words-
Will lead you to loneliness
The path not taken have you lost
Strength isn't what determines,
Actions speak louder than words
Plowing your way through endless nights
The world is at your feet,
But if you worry about the path not taken,
Eternal sleep will lift the world above your head.
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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