Restless irritation
Shallow resuscitation
A sour taste sets on the tip of my tongue
Anger held deep within my lungs
Chapped and cracked skin
Weathered from the piercing wind
Hands withered and cold
Rough
Calloused
Too worn to hold
Lost in the dark endless forest of yesterday
Haunted by every hollow claim
Yearning to rest my bones
To find a place to call my home
Wandering in the pale moonlight
Longing for these wings to take flight
Running towards the forgiving dawn
To learn that everyone and everything is gone
Everyone and everything is gone
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