pure poetry

Lost Mind

The heavy feeling comes once again
From my heart it goes up to my head
Focus lost, mind disheveled
Sleep again or as good as dead

pure poetry

In My Frail Body

Young am I, dreams have I
Day by day, through work will I
Fulfill each one step by step
Looking forward to my success

Obstacles I may find along the way
Criticisms I may receive all day
Mistakes I may commit as I obey
In my frail body, I’ll fight all the way

The Daily Post: Frail