I've fallen down
The well of sorrow
While I'm down here,
You throw your dagger
almost reached me.
Looking in the river,
I can't see my reflection
The mist lifts up and
Creeps at my eyes
almost reached me.
Your cold, dead touch
Reaching out for me
to hold
As if I've no choice ...
written 5 August 2018.
by The Lenora.
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