What am I ...

 

I once believed I had a chance

believing in myself with hope

mirrors lie  reflections deceive

tormenting moments

my passion lies on the floor

 

for you have forsaken me

dragging my hope through the

shattered glass

tipping falling

endless pride shaking

effortlessly blowing through the wind

I am .....

Reviews

[Domo]

What a great first poem. Keep it up, I have high expectations on your work.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Beautifully penned...thank you for sharing. Debileah

[mysticgmekeepr]

welcome to writerscafe...keep posting