We are the evil we have been afraid of, yet the hope we need to survive.
Posted in response to the challenge Sentence.
We are the evil we have been afraid of, yet the hope we need to survive.
Posted in response to the challenge Sentence.
My little notebooks,
with lined paper so blue like the sea,
With words of my thoughts upon its pages that have gotten me through so much hardship.
Every snowflake falls from the sky,
They dance merrily in the wind, as they fly,
And I see each snowflake, and I wonder why?
Why are they so different? As they come down from sky high.
Dear sun,
Dear winds,
Dear world,
If you hear my plea, I ask of your help.
I’m losing my grip,
I’m falling,
Comments
This reminds me of The 5th Wave trilogy by Rick Yancey!
lol, thank you!
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