predawn peeks over my shoulder,
just bright enough to bother
without the strength to light my words
better though,
than the candles the color of mourning
or the burning end of sandalwood incense
it's truly odd to think of light
when what i've written
has come from the blackness of despair
my words, such as they are
are the outpouring of a night's worth of memories
written in the smallest letters possible
so many memories...
...a lifetime's worth, it seems
yet there still is a lifetime left to live
more accurately, survive...
...he who was my future is gone
drowned in an unforgiving sea
not a sea that supports life...
...one that destroys it,
the sea by the name of humanity
Author notes
This is meant to be a lover's lament coming out at the end of a night of contemplation of what was lost...
each stanza is a separate thought, the spaces pauses where the pain allows no words
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