Angelica Tao Poet Rhyme

Following Hope

Until a new type of feeling sprouts. 

And over one simple night, the wrath within is now drought. 

I have no memories of being normal. 

So this new influence I wish was terminal. 

If only this feeling would not stray-

I would become a martyr in this decay.

But a train in the distance that seems so gentle- 

Is coming fast- ready to dismantle. 

I felt like a laughing child-

For the first time, my guilt is mild. 

But my laughter is making others afraid. 

These hoards of people at first felt like a parade. 

My greedy delusions of happiness. 

I was soon forced to confess. 

And I will soon realize how I am bleeding out. 

A normal life shall never sprout.

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