Rest
I say to myself
I never want to wake up
from my beautiful dreams
My legs are heavy
My lungs are exhausted
My eyes dried up of tears
My hands, stiff as ice.
I don’t want to walk down this
lonely road no more
In my darkest despair I cried your name
In my dreams, as a tear drips down my
closed eyes
I try to touch you on the
other side of the looking glass
your face still fresh from
the memories of yesterday
You are so near
yet a world apart
In my darkest despair I cried your name
As I fell to my knees onto the snow
I felt the cold overtaking my body
filling it with tranquilly and peace
A place I can finally rest, and not be found.
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