The tear clings,
As the breath stings.
Cold and unnerving,
Alone and undeserving.
Lost beneath the tide,
Unable to hide.
The emotion that it brings.
Where do I run?
When there is no more sun.
Stolen by the enemy,
Nothing left to see.
All that is left is the shining moon,
Guiding and bringing hope,
To those that have lost all.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
The tear clings,
As the breath stings.
Cold and unnerving,
Alone and undeserving.
Lost beneath the tide,
Unable to hide.
The emotion that it brings.
Where do I run?
When there is no more sun.
Stolen by the enemy,
Nothing left to see.
All that is left is the shining moon,
Guiding and bringing hope,
To those that have lost all.
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