A Fearful Moment: Shattered Dreams.

Out of the dusk

A regretful exprience

Shattered Dreams.

 

Years turned into months

Months into weeks

Weeks into days

And then finally the last moment came

Then I thought to myself

There he is !

 

So innocent, 

full of pride and dignity

Slowly he walks,

Fearfully, I prepared to attack

As he wind drifted slowly,

Silence took control

It was then that I realize

My whole world was about to change

I had killed him !

 

My conscience wouldn't save me either

Where do I go ?

Who do I tell my story ?

I live with guilt and hope someday this guilt sets me free!

 

 

 

 
 

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