May
The latter of the ninth of May
Silence vacant
A blanket of thoughts
Within my heaven, I lay in wait
The darkest corner
The loneliest day
All neglecting
Oh, please may I stay?
But a whisper of hope, ever failed
Alone, oh me
The latter of the ninth of May
Lament upon my thoughts
Upon a shadows shoulders
The world shall sift away
Upon a shadows shoulders
This world shall then betray
Copyright © Jakob Towell | Year Posted 2019
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