Everything in life is a question and I dont have the answers. <br />My innocence has betrayed me. <br />I pray to nothing that this will go away. <br />My dreamcatchers broken and the dreams are leaving quickly. Breaking the hollow doors to get out, quietly not making a sound. <br />With broken wings and shattered hope I'll try to fly but fall to the ground and wonder why. <br />Why do only sinners cry? Why do the nice ones get to die? Why arent they punished and left to linger in this hard life. <br />Life is an art and I'm all out of paint, maybe I can use some charcoal, that was a mistake. <br />Now life is black and grey. I fear living more then dieing, maybe because I was never taught about trying<br /><br />Rachel Weaver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-art-of-life/
