Dark Angel (19th Sept 1983 / Nairobi Kenya)
An empty shell
blown away by the winds
distanced from it's familiar shores
desolate, hopeless and lost
unsure of what the future holds...
A dry leaf
detached from the security of the tree
threatened by the harshness of the world
withered, cracky, almost rotten...
A frozen drop
condensed alone in eternal cold
away from the rays so bright and warm
hard, chilly, and frigid
thawing seems foreign a word
A dying flame
left without a hope rekindling
winds blowing, threatening to put it out
dying, dwindling, almost gone
forever perishing in passing smoke
...that is my heart...
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