Friday, 7 November 2014


As she walks down the path,
In the dull sun-set light,
Wondering where it all went wrong,
What was the mistake,
Her hair in a lose hair tie,
Her face bare of all the gloss,
Her eyes pale,
Questioning herself she wandered around,
Thinking of her past,
Leaving so many scars,
But somehow, somewhere in her heart,
Hope still lives,
Keeping her self intact,
Keeping her sane,
It's hope that still lives.