To each his own


Hopes none, lives many

Stars fallen, on the ground beneath

Buried souls, inside the cold

Breathing, yet dead in the living. 


Dawn’s coming, but the light unseen 

Dark clouds, over the stormy sea

Crashing waves, dragging underneath 

Sinking sand, going in deep. 


Wailing voices, in deaf ears

Reaching out, unnoticed tears 

“No time, can’t be there for you 

On your own, I have mine too.”

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