A Prayer
A poem that speaks of a yearning for freedom from bondage, which to the unfortunate many, comes only with death.
I pray to a hope
I cling to a wisp
to the waters so buoyant
to the air so crisp
That they blow me away
that they wash me afar
To the point of nullity
Cold Sun, Black Star.
I cling to a wisp
to the waters so buoyant
to the air so crisp
That they blow me away
that they wash me afar
To the point of nullity
Cold Sun, Black Star.
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