Nowhere Left

The light is thin across the snow With nowhere left for me to go The house is still The air is chill Against the shadow of the hill I hear the wind against the glass And watch the heavy minutes pass The empty rooms The quiet floor I wait for footsteps at the door I see the world in shades of grey As all the color fades away The dreams I held have turned to dust As silver turns to coats of rust The winter night is long and deep A promise that I cannot keep I face the dark I face the tide With nowhere left for me to hide

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AmandaKayBurke

30 / F / Alaska

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