" When "

It’s hard for someone like me who got this big burn that he used to call it a shield. I’m falling deep underground, carrying this curse and going deep into the underworld. I tried to stop my self but it was too late, darkness took me and kept me a prisoner until the day of days. I’m still waiting for the one who will come and take away from this hole, still hopping that you’ll open the right light door. Time is my only road and you stranger are my only hope, but the question that I can’t answer is when? When my friend?!
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Hey T.,
Very pretty poem!! As long as the possibility of hope still glimmers within the heart, this quest and your determination to prevail, will forever be in sight and just a matter of time away form your triumphance.Â
Jim
Hey jim.
i want to thank you for the encouragement really it meant a lot! we'll be in touch.
later
TJ