Till My Last Breath
I watched as the pages of my life blurred into one,
helplesss as a child, I watched them burn.
The life I had so meticulously built...
so meticulously, well in my head at least,
as it crumbled and tumbled around me.
I felt the pang of sorrow and guilt,
as I assessed the damage I'd done to me,
damage that could never be repaired.
And yet,
with the hope of rising anew,
as a pheonix from it's ashes,
I continue with this dreary exixtance.
As a new day dawns,
so do I...prepared to fight...
fight till my last breath.
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