No options left,
No where to go.
Behind I leave,
an open road.
I am a book,
whose pages,
are torn.
I am a dress,
whose seams,
are worn.
No walking space,
left before me,
So I will disappear,
and my life erase.
I am a Tree,
whose roots,
have rotted.
I am a queen,
whose empire,
has fallen.
No dreams are left,
for me to trace.
no love to fill,
this empty space.
I am a teacher,
whose students,
have failed.
I am a woman,
whose heart,
has bailed.
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Great Poem i loved
