[Poetry]A path filled with thorns

in poetry •  last month

My path is filled with thorns and thistles,
as I walk down my head is filled with whispers,
my feet are scratched and are bleeding
I can’t see anything because all is covered by fog,
but I keep going on this thorny path,
I’ve walk too much for now to go back,
I walk with hope, maybe, one day
I’ll see the end and leave this road.

But till that day will, if ever, come
I’ll walk down on this thorny path,
my feet are scratched and are bleeding
my eyes are filled with fire, my heart's still beating.

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