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Aug 2015
I could have spoken,
but I could not make a sound
These words, they gather,
but they all leave me behind

It wasn't the light
nor the darkness inside-
caging these demons,
I beg them to hide

You're just right beside,
but we're far far apart
You're pulling me through,
please save this withering heart!
– – –
Moments have passed
Now time's being wasted
Everything I knew
has finally fully faded

Raindrops stopped falling;
the well has run dry
I'll walk this path alone
and bid my last goodbye

I could have watched,
but my eyes looked away
Sorry for the fire
scorching your way
Will they blend?

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2015
Cyrille Octaviano
Written by
Cyrille Octaviano
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