|Not broken yet (standard:poetry, 257 words)|
|Author: Nathan Scot Taylor||Added: Nov 10 2001||Views/Reads: 2002/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Pushing on, trying to find it.|
I'm not broken yet I'm tired. I ache. I want to find a place to rest. Somewhere I can know that others look out for me. I want to find a home I want to find a safe place, where I don't have to be afraid, anymore And I'm not broken yet But the idea just seems to get easier and easier, The longer I'm out here alone. No one to confide in. No one to trust. All alone in the night. I work, I push I shove, I fight. I rip through my obstacles, with the last of my energy. I drive forward, because to falter is to die. To stop, to collapse. To fall finished, at the side of the road. To roll over and die. No one would notice, no one would care. I would be just another forgotten corpse on the road. Another wasted, used up soul. Another fatality of life. And no would give a shit. But something within me, doesn't let me quit. The dream, the hope, the belief. That somewhere down the road, I can find what I'm looking for. That if I don't give up, don't surrender. I will find what I need to survive. It's not here, I won't find it here. But It's got to be out there. And if just can find the strength to drive forward long enough. I can get it. That dream, above all others, causes me to push. Until I really can't go forward. Because I've gone too far to stop now. Tweet
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