I'm there between the living and dying in between a border line that's invisible to the naked eye; between good and evil a world that fights your inner demon. My success hang in the balance between failure and determination. Many times I feel like ending my journey kick in the bucket and say this is it. The hour glass to the days of my life dripping in the absence of my thoughts as I watched the clock ticks and watch as time passed me by. There's no tomorrow for me if I can't get up out of bed with my head held high with my thoughts sharpen.
My soul penetrates to one thing and that's living even thou I have nothing to keep me going or anyone to keep holding on to. Why fight? for the once who bring you down, who expect the worse of you, who sit waiting to hear of your failure, the ones who never contributed anything in your life.
Why am I even here ? Waiting for the end of time.

© Keryiann Mcneil