Life

“Life isn’t always what we expect it to be;
Another day, another hour,
Luck could have been ours.
Now we close ourselves inside
Hiding from the vultures
Haunting us tonight.
The fear is bright and burns,
A flame rises fed by our thoughts,
Blinding us as it dances, teasing our loss.”

Ana.

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