Sometimes we forget,
to find some light,
we first must walk in darkness.
To afraid,
we live our lives,
trying desperately to dodge the shadows.
Muddled in gray areas,
never seeing colors.
Blinded.
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
Darked Corners
Sometimes we forget,
to find some light,
we first must walk in darkness.
To afraid,
we live our lives,
trying desperately to dodge the shadows.
Muddled in gray areas,
never seeing colors.
Blinded.
