Sweet melody,
It’s morning now,
And the rain falls like gentle tears,
On my hollow cheek.
Winter came and whispered me by,
Like ice the frost froze me,
And I wrapped my arms around my shaking form,
Stumbling with weary footsteps towards the classroom’s sterile warm.
The cold melted in the pouring rain,
Lashing the ground,
Pooling in worn concrete hollows and in the grass,
The sky wept for me.
Now the sun burns and the drifting time is present,
Only the morning song brings life in the mist.
And in the white light I totter and slow,
Unseeing only surviving until I fall,
Frail and emaciated in the suns warm glow.
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Into the dark...
22 Apr 2009, 6:27 am
