Sun sets, I hold my gaze. See my world as it spins its craze. A poor and weary soul, Untouched, Unheard… In sorrow’s hand begs to be spared. Clock ticks, threading its way, Just then blue turned grey. Sketches flash before me one by one. My outstretched hand found none. Ashes fall covering my shadow. All too bleak for me to follow. Waves plunged me in abyss deep, And it’s all for myself to keep. Silence deafens, My cries echo in vain. Shattered reflections, My eyes blinded. The tide may ebb, Darkness may cease to let the dawn break. Hoping it will be just in time To catch me Before my last breath. Written by the Author in September of 2001 ©Naneth Ang 2019, All Rights Reserved
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