Niederlage - Poem by Arik Fletcher
She grows so tired of this time,
too much to understand,
the smile fading day by day,
no chance for all she'd planned.
She tires of this broken dream,
its promise unfulfilled,
the time slows further day by day,
no path to be revealed.
She grows more tired of this world,
this constant downward slope,
the light glows dimmer day by day,
no dawn to bring her hope.
She tires of the pain within,
these endless gnawing fears,
the hurt grows stronger day by day,
no strength to hide the tears.
She grows so tired of this life,
this smile so hard to fake,
the reasons dwindle day by day,
no saviour's hand to take.
She tires of all that she's seen,
and all that's been and gone,
the future jading day by day,
no will to carry on.
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