The scavengers are watching.
They wait for my anguish to end
or make me weak
So they can steal you from my arms.
For you, I will always mourn,
I will protect you until my end.
In my weakest moment, I find the strength to protect you once more,
From the beady eyes which watch — waiting.
I will not let go of you, not again.
I will not let the scavengers take the last of you from me.
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 12:22 PM UTC
The scavengers are watching.
They wait for my anguish to end
or make me weak
So they can steal you from my arms.
For you, I will always mourn,
I will protect you until my end.
In my weakest moment, I find the strength to protect you once more,
From the beady eyes which watch — waiting.
I will not let go of you, not again.
I will not let the scavengers take the last of you from me.
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