With the glances of blue moons and sad failings…
Where is the blue moon in the mist borage? When shall my haven return? When the moon shins on the lake of the damned will I see my self as I once was? Will the sad eyes tears flow on internally? What of the savvier? When will my hero appear? Shall I be the one left to wait in the internal night? Is the lost child doomed to wonder on the earths surface alone and scared until times end? Will the judgments be waiting there, as I walk towards in the mists of hopes last … Will the beast devour me or shall I conker the evil with in? What of the heart cracking in tow? Shall you repair it or shall you leave it to rot in the mists of times cruel hands? Will you yell in pain at the site of the damned ones blood pouring out of their lifeless corpses, your hands stained with sins. Is there no help for my broken eyes, the mind unravels but the body stays as is. At the moment the world ends will you be there, holding my hands and singing my song of despair?
See what is…
Be what waits…
Save the lost ones soul…
And cry as you hold your loved ones souls close to you in memory of your failure…
Now see my world, walk my path, fill my tears flowing on as I die at the hands of sorrow, and when I return, fill my love and do not turn a blind eye to the emptiness that consumes me. As I shiver beside the broken window in defeat do not spite on my hope, or crash my dreams. For my actions where wrong, but your hate was uncalled for. So as I look through the broken window at the rain drops so pure, don’t raise your hand and strike me down, but instead offer your hand, and help me up, raise me from the deeps for depression. And hold my soul close to your heart, not in reminder to your failure but as a sign of new beginning began. And love my soul, as I loved yours.
By: Jordyn De Jong
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