Shallow shadows of darkness past.
Feeble light shining a path.
Weakened soul struggles to make way.
Burning Ashes become dusted air.
Faded tears like rain that soaks the Earth.
Unanswered words becoming enraged cry's.
Beckoning soul calling to the world.
Freedom,seeking repayment for it's pain.
Dec. 7,22
By Blackrose
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
Shallow shadows of darkness past.
Feeble light shining a path.
Weakened soul struggles to make way.
Burning Ashes become dusted air.
Faded tears like rain that soaks the Earth.
Unanswered words becoming enraged cry's.
Beckoning soul calling to the world.
Freedom,seeking repayment for it's pain.
Dec. 7,22
By Blackrose
A reminder that our souls are never truly free and pain is real even after death.
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