Never have I told myself <br />Life is but milk and roses. <br />I daren't dream <br />Of what's not real. <br /> <br />But can't I hope that <br />Nothing's impossible? <br />Is it just me or <br />is this earth round? <br /> <br />'Cause it seems to have <br />No end where we can hault. <br />Terror always seems eternal <br />But bliss a mere mirage. <br /> <br />Tell me, My Beloved, this. <br />Is there really an answer? <br />Or is it just a myth I believe <br /> To keep myself alive? <br /> <br />Little does one know <br />Of the future ahead. <br />And our past, we try <br />Forever to forget. <br /> <br />It feels like I am standing <br />At the edge of a cliff. <br />One foot forward and <br />I fall to my end, to those <br />Depths immeasureable.<br /><br />Emily Angel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inner-reflections-2/
