Nothing
If I were the sand in the hourglass, would I be
courageous enough to fall with dignity
Nearing the drop, would I make way to the top
Fleeing from an inevitable hole...
I cry, but my tears are nothing.
They do not come from suffering.
I feel guilty to be free, from the oppressor of fear..
I cry, but my tears are nothing; They do not come from suffering.
Copyright © Elena Volden | Year Posted 2010
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