Gone

Kept in the cold, creeping black,

I am alone.

Waiting with wary wakefulness,

I am alone.

Dreaming of a dead land

Hoping for a helping hand

Caught by serpents coiling

Trapped by waves roiling

Heartless and hurt

Tense and alert

Facing trial

Faking smiles

Craving the stinging pain

Blood falling like rain

A story without a happy ending

The wounds, never mending

Praying for the endless rest

Knowing you have failed the test

 

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