alisha belles - an empty life

I fear not of death,
but the thought of eternity.
In a crusade without a shadow of dream,
I dont need pillars built on feeble sand,
nor promises sung in lullaby.
Give me your hand or give me nothing!
Only fools cling on,
to fickle sea of hopes.
But then again what's left to do?
besides clinging on to life and wishing for death.

alisha belles

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-empty-life-3/