Sunday, June 19, 2016

Come what may

Upside-down, all spilled out
I'm suddenly all alone
A part of me, the lost piece
Now damned to the unknown

I've never seen a storm roll in
As fierce as on that day.
The sky so black, the earth soon dead
Yet you whisper, "Come what may."

How does one leave easily
From a wreck so near and dear?
I can't look you in the face
You have become my biggest fear

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