All That I Had!
I'm walking through the desert.
The sand is setting low.
I've travelled through some dirt,
in the company of crows.
Black entities fly with demands.
Beaks are constant reminders
of the inevitable twist of hands,
the instant failure of stumblers.
Shadows are haunting desert sand.
Cold cradle hurting in burning land.
Left the unwritten behind once more.
Stepped out and closed the door.
I'm leaving the day, I'll walk into night.
The light has left, gone out of sight.
The crows are croaking, haunting mad.
I guess I should be thankful for all that I had.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-09-24 at 00:54
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