Sometimes I like to write

pasjrwoctx/ December 25, 2016/ My Blog, Short Stories/ 0 comments

Never seen, never heard. Empty from the inside. A soul is lost in the breeze. A man that never was. Dreams covered by the gray skies. A life that was never realized. Passion that burned, compassion that yearned. From the heavens he came. To live a dream. Only to be consumed by the game. They forgot his name, they forgot his name. A man with no voice, was never seen. His cries fell on deaf ears. Fighting daily to live, to be seen. Fighting to be heard, fighting just to be. My fight goes on. Because you may not want me. But God wants me to be. Tomorrow will come, the sun will shine. In time I will be seen.

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