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Moving Through Life

This novel is encompassed within poetry, thrillers, romance, and reality. It basically holds the content of my mind. I also write for encouragement and creativity. This book is about what I experience in life: Negative thoughts, bad experiences, and trauma. I use my book to record my dreams and nightmares I’ve had as well, using poetry to describe them. It holds my thoughts and feelings which I feel every day. While I did not intend my novel to be completely understandable, my intentions are to relate and perhaps encourage others who like myself; Experience fierce depression. My plan is to make the reader feel and see some of what I see and feel. As a Christian, I seek to utilize my book to point to Christ in every difficult situation. He has helped and molded me into who I am today. Christ will deliver His children, in need of aid. I sincerely hope this update of the synopsis, helps in your understanding of my poetry. Please let me know if you need more information. I have written some of my backstory and important information within my poems. *For more in depth background info, please read chapter 107. ##When I first wrote this book, I did not plan on writing poetry. If I could change the category out of fan-fiction, I would. I feel like my novel may start a bit slow, but continuing to read, it will build up and intensify. ;) A note: I apologize for chapter 130’s typo. When I proofread it, I saw that it had a misspelled word. I tried over and over again to update it, but there may be a glitch or something. I’m sorry if you see it too. Just to clarify, I tried to write the word as “Indefatigably.” My novel continues through chapters 162-170, which were accidentally published separately; Although they all consist equally with my book: Moving Through Life. ;)

Emma_Heringer · Livros e literatura
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171 Chs

Moving Through Life. Chapter 172: The Deceased Me

I know that you expected so much.

But you didn't get what you needed.

I'm sorry, it's my disappointment that killed you.

I wish that I could reverse time and change it.

Visions of the future had once appeared, but left you all soaking wet, and dreary.

My tears could not be held within.

You drowned in a wave of blood that keeps overflowing; There's never been any condolence to change it.

Mistakes have always come growing out of my head, and into the ground.

It's my fault their roots aren't cut out.

I worried over everything at too quick a pace.

I should have known that you wouldn't have made it through this.

Your coffin sits under my bed, where I lie; But sleep can never release me from you.

I close my eyes to try, but your face appears in my mind.

The things which I've thought would happen, aren't what I expected.

I'm sorry I failed you, my hopes. But now I'm going to have to move on alone.

You aren't there to speak to me anymore, and I have to sleep above the deceased every night.

You were caught within a fire I could never put out.

Not even my own tears would have sufficed; Everything I've put you through, was just too much.

Forgive me for my lack of control, all I have now, is to withhold useless expectations within me.