I was broken
a part of me died
as that part gave up
my world dimmed
it strived
with great will I tried
yet my heart caved in
my eyes rolled back
I could see that broken part
and why I died
I could not conclude
that was left to darkness
I wondered the highest highs
I wondered the lowest lows
can I help myself now?
all was my fractured heart
in steady steps did I repair my despair?
blue eyes spied a light
given as a gift
passed the white light
I found my loved others lit
I could not take it any more
my eyes rolled back
drawing air
I can face them now
Iam the right eye
you must be the left
the end can make way by hope and in lie
in a choice I could chance
yet not fail
writing stronger and binding better stories
I do not read a story twice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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