The world may die tomorrow,
but there is still today
The clouds block the sun from my sight,
but I know its light is still there
The eternal minute ticked by
faded into the past
The sun burns through the clouds,
blinding me with it's light
Life has been wounded,
but it continues on
I'll keep breathing still,
until my scheduled last,
(even if I don't know when that is)
The pain is severe,
but will one day heal
Definitely not right now, probably not very soon,
actually, I cannot say...
The world may die tomorrow,
but there is still today
Comments: 1 sigh
*sigh* I can not begin to describe how much better that makes me feel.
It's . . . it's ice.
( 9:57 p.m. )