How could I live?
How
Could I be?
When you’re so far
And I’m alone,
When you’re not there
For me
To call
Home,
To guide me
By
My
Hand?
To tell me who the
Hell I am,
And where
I
Should stand?
Leave me
Here to go,
To go bone dry,
And run away
From
A million eyes.
Run your hands back
Through my blood
And tell me,
Really,
That
You’re not gone.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
How could I live?
How
Could I be?
When you’re so far
And I’m alone,
When you’re not there
For me
To call
Home,
To guide me
By
My
Hand?
To tell me who the
Hell I am,
And where
I
Should stand?
Leave me
Here to go,
To go bone dry,
And run away
From
A million eyes.
Run your hands back
Through my blood
And tell me,
Really,
That
You’re not gone.
Poem written after my DnD character(s)
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