He gazed in her direction,
She was dead and he was left alone.
Alone, on this planet without a friend,
a home, and now a mother.
But he could never say these things aloud.
but he yelled them at her in his mind,
And with that silent voice hoarse,
A soft cry pierced his thoughts.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
He gazed in her direction,
She was dead and he was left alone.
Alone, on this planet without a friend,
a home, and now a mother.
But he could never say these things aloud.
but he yelled them at her in his mind,
And with that silent voice hoarse,
A soft cry pierced his thoughts.
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