my hand cut the sky
making the rain fall
my eyes saw the deepening darkness
which stopped my heart
pretending to be something
made of stronger stuff
waiting out the storm
I travelled a hundred hundred miles
in just under a thousand years
and ended up where I began
forsaken
forgiven
forever
in the quiet
(D James)
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Published on April 11, 2015 06:17