Hand in hand we dance,
Dancing and dancing,
We whisper to each other,
words of escape,
of leaving this place,
hand in hand,
we say well stay together to the end,
and just keep going,
even if snow falls in a desert sky,
and we grow cold next to each other.
we're trying and trying,
to live,
to breathe,
to survive,
I just don't know if I'll make it.
YOU ARE READING
The Life of Another Death
PoetryHer pain brought her death, Her death brought their pain, Their pain gave you this story.