Comes the End
nothing but black now
sun god turned his back on earth
death comes in the dark...
Its cold, my heart cold
No moon, no stars, no comfort
how will I know the end...
water round my feet
hold out my hands to nothing
remembering warmth...
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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