Sooner Or Later - Poem by Lux Fayt
The throbbing pain of the pulse of blood.
I fall down again and again and can't get up.
It's scary here and I don't know what to do.
Tragedy strikes here and there and everywhere.
But yet, there's nowhere to hide.
Could someone save me, take me away.
All of us away from the place we think is home.
This place we think is Heaven is filled with pain and lies.
But still no one sees it.
Open your eyes.
Sooner or Later it will all be clear
and fresh as a new day.
And when that day comes, I'll be ready.
I'll be ready for everything that will be thrown at me.
But please let it be sooner than later.
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