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by Veronica Ile Jul 8, 2009 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
All he prayed for was someone to recognise him for he felt away lost reality a forgotten sence of soul felt God did not care prayers not answered true worry from all his dreams he could not wake up a sad prisoner locked up in his own mind game losing at every turn never finishing what he thought he once started finish was unreal I joined in with him i tried to help him get there to the finish line but i came second after him and his deep mind first place he stayed first place is nothing when you finish all alone there is no glory are you really winning if you are playing a game against your sad heart i will keep trying to beat you one day, some day please just let me win