07 July, 2011

Lost Souls

Just a moment ago he was clothed in comfort and love.

And now his soul is coloured in shades of dust and black.

Basking in the sunlight, his mind miles away.

His entirety has been stripped in moments of hurt and internal tears.

So now he cynically holds onto the last straw of hope he knows, wishing upon a starless sky that maybe someday serenity will return.

By Duschanka Hitzeroth

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