Grey pale cold light

Shivering and inside my heart frigid to the point of shattering

Wind is more like a surgical knife against my pallid skin

Semi solid blood spattering

I plod on listlessly

Unknown and betrayed

wishing for the the sun’s rays wistfully

when the bomb struck I should not have stayed

Tragic endings

Terminal flaws

Fatal mistakes

I watch the sheep from afar with my mind unbending

put in my soul the lament… it gnaws….

Salty tears falling in endless lakes

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