The pieces of my mind lay scattered across the floor,
and as my clumbsy human hands attempt to pick up the shards of thought,
the jagged edges of my dreams pierce my skin.
My presious crimson blood drips on the carpet,
leaving deep stains that cannot be removed with a mere damp cloth,
nor by the burning flames of doubt.
I will leave a mark on this house,
that will inspire the future generations to take caution,
to keep their goals in sight.
I will not allow my children to lose hope.
This mark may fade with time,
but it will never be forgottn completely.
For my future, my plans, and my ambitions,
belong to God, & God exists outside of time.
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