Steps


As time passes,

life gets lonelier,

as the stars in the heavens afar.

Being left on the cold

steps off the church,

to die, with no hope

for survival, I survived

a life so treacherous, that

one would reach for a rope.

A life of purpose

should be an aspiration

we all are born with,

not to be scorned

as a curse.

As my tears dry

I tell my fears

I've lived a life complete,

before.

I had the perfect words

to write my story,

life in e'Motion.

In my sadness

it's all blurred.

Life has lost it's savor,

as I figure out

Who am I?,

with fervor.

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