Staring outside the window at the forgotten shape,
Hoping it would be a twist of fate,
I was torn apart,
Not knowing of the sight,
Let alone to watch it swell,
It was so dull,
Like pieces falling from the night sky,
Not even a sight of joy,
It rips apart everything i hold dear,
I was told not to have fear,
But it's the only thing which kept me going,
Which kept me breathing.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Ashes
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