Walking slowly

my head faced down

but it is too dark 

to see the ground


Into the unknown

I keep walking Still

into my skin it pierces

the cold deathly chill


It is no use to cry

there is no one near

to listen to my calls for help

or wipe away my tears


Then all of a sudden

a light starts to show

through the weary sky

its bright reflection grows


The light comforts me

warms up my cold skin

embraces me in its glow

allows me to smile again


Slowly but surely

the damage around goes away

Paradice surrounds me

promising it will stay



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