..:: Words of Way ::..

I suppose one day, When the skies are no longer recognizable. When a heavy deafness comes about my pale ears and my lips find themselves moving but nothing comes from them. I will become exposed, My secrets, My anger and all I have stowed away. They will be bare to the elements, to lingering eyes; To you dear reader. But let that not detour you, May it drive you forward. For not only my own will become exposed, So shall yours. This fate destined at first light. Whether shall we be judged by only one another, Or perhaps a higher standard those believe. Will it matter? We will be lost somewhere out there, Beyond where prayers are heard. Far out of reach and no where near any form of comfort. Have I done so wrong? So much wrong I am to be ignored by any good one would deserve? A fate little understood, But one, Many of us shall take. May you rest well dear Reader. For one day, The sun will not dawn.

Balises:

Peach

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