Hope
I was told to dream,
to dream and never stop.
I was told to pray,
to pray the way i was taught.
I was told to smile,
to spread happiness.
I was told to cry,
to get rid of the sadness.
I smiled, i dreamt,
i prayed and i cried
to make life easy
and i almost died.
Feeling lost, feeling dead
I cried out for help,
then i was told to have hope
and I'm no more on my death bed.
Syeda Fatima, 17
3 comments:
syeda ur poem rocks!! i nvr knew u were such a good poet..keep it up!!
SYEDA!!!!!!!!!
cant belive......man dis poem is too gud........
love ur thots maan jus louuuuu dem
wonderful man... its hard to beleve dat u wrote em all... :P
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