LOST GLORY

by jessica246

December 28, 2013

To the world, I'm like a shadow,

sliding through unnoticed;

feeling nothing but my sorrow,

my rage burns to my fist.

To redeem myself,

oh, i have tried;

I made history from my shelf,

and my knowledge have i applied,

to the problem that plagues me the most,

which is to earn the glory which i lost.

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jessica246Jan 26, 2014

THE SUN AND THE MOON.She sits in her glory,sending rays that captures me.Like a moving shadow,she circulates the earth.I have nothing to say than enjoy her beauty,for she is only awake at the birth of the day.And, when she is gone,a whole new chapter of life is revealed.He appears like a torch,to illuminate the darknessthat she left behind.