Thursday, January 2, 2020

Reckoning

Burnt to a 1000 degrees
Is this meant for me?
Reckon this may be the light I truly need
To just be
Star sprinkled light

Time is running out

I am me
Even within this destiny
Shall I just be

I feel broken
I cant pick up the pieces
Glass shattered shards

Blasted into the sand in the hour glass

It me
Sanity
Ready
Start
Go

I know I'm not alone
I feel as though
This solitude
Reckons
My heart

Will I conquer the shadow?

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