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ok i have revised my poem

Laying here in the freezing cold,
every day I’m growing old.
Growing older by every minute,
Am I truly living in it?
In the here and in the now or in the future or in past,
I wish I had freedom at last.
Dying on the inside out, so many times a day,
even though I take time to hope and I pray.
Winter comes and winter goes,
when will it be gone, I ask?
Finished being winter at last?
I look inside my heart and find,
the winter I'm trying to get rid of is mine.
I look inside my heart,
this life it is tearing me apart.
Let it go and be free,
I'm down on my bending knee.
Hoping for a better tomorrow,
yearning for a brighter future,
waiting for the feel of summer!
Waiting.........
Waiting.........
Waiting.........


They filled his world with utmost bliss
Then left him in Stoikite without a single goodbye kiss.

Now that he feels he’s all alone
His little hearts has turned to stone

People went and people came
But their love is just not the same
He thinks of his parents feeling rejected again and again
As he waits his parents love, but it’s all in vain

Soon he’ll be full-grown man,
And fate has one more ugly plan.
On his 18th birthday he’ll be told to leave,
He’ll will be given no chances and no reprieve.
With no money in his pockets, just the clothes upon his back,

Some bread and some water in the tatters of his rucksack.
With nothing to offer by way of grades or skill
No one will offer him a job to fore fill

He’ll have to beg and to steel just to make two ends meet
With barely enough food to eat.

An end to this boys misery there is not
just a boys life that the world has forgot.