A Harrowing World
How harrowing a world
In which a sight seen or a word heard
Invokes in me a feeling no one else can understand
How saddening a void
In which the pillars lean and the lines are blurred
Not a static sight to see in this wild land
Oh, how the silence sings to me
How the darkness knows my name
The cold is like a home to me
An empty one that I can tame
I try and try to change
And maybe, some day, I will
For now, though, I wait
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Posted Jan 3, 2023, 12:05 AM UTC
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