Falling…
In one deep hole I fall and fall…
I crawl...
In one deep grave...
Of missery and pain Ive been trough...
And the I see the scary things people do...
I behave to lay down in the grave...
But I think...
There is still hope for me and the people...
I crawl up, out of my grave...
I stand up and look to the world...
I think: I can do it, I’m brave...
But the hope fades away...
Just like an empty page...
And when new lines are written on it...
Critic will be written also on it...
Like this poem...
Of hope and hopeless...
And were hopefull...
But we feel us painfull...
But when a rose comes and grows...
And a new poem is written...
A new baby is born...
When that day comes...
We do not feel us painfull...
No we appriciate our lives,were gratefull...
Because you dont have to lose hope...
Or lose hope in the pope...
Because the mistakes you make...
You learn of every mistake...
And that things of life make us...
Invincible.