New Dawn
Our lips burn like swords drawing
blood out at the break of a dawn.
Coughing poison droplets in the
fabric the time has spun.
There goes our youth forever;
There goes our thoughts-
all ends at nothing,
and nothing ends at all.
Praying lords to resuscitate
their kingdoms where we reside,
summon back the innocence of a child,
leaving behind something worth living for.
Copyright © Cloud Fever | Year Posted 2025
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