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by ruth fraticelli
Sometimes I feel alone, Sometimes I feel somber. In an abyss I've been thrown, And my conscience is the bomber.
The harder I breathe, The colder I get. In my heart a knife I sheathe, My chest is horribly wet.
What difference does it make? I'll die faster this way! Valience is all it takes. It is not terribly astray!
But, up there!
Up above my head! Right above my untamed hair There outshines a resplendent light.
A humongous hand reached down on me, Making me smile, Making me see. I got used to it in a while.
Is it God? Yes. Of course it is! Will I nod? Yes! This for the world I wouldn't miss.