Thursday, August 06, 2015

WEARY

Leave me he said
My soul is weary
I shall not lie, it's dreary
Far from the Preying eyes
Let the sun smite
Let it drain my might
For in me is no light
For the journey seems not right
For the days are long
The night tempestuous at best
I wait no longer the morning
For it lurks, refusing to break forth
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