Of Life and BreathA Poem by L
The cold it shouts in silence
and the trees, they steal the light. Your face still bears the deep-set scars from when you used to fight; when truth was truth and lies were lies and wrong was never right. Where once you walked so nobly, before the world was dead and those who thought they knew you, they had trusted what you said. But now you walk this path alone where no one will be led. This land knows not of beauty and your life holds no appeal, when every stumbling step you take denies your pain is real. Not searching nor forsaking, you're just trying not to feel. The pool it beckons with the rest it promises to give. The cold just seems appropriate, reflecting how you live. Your last breath rises slowly as you mouth the word forgive.
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