Through this land of tragedy,
I try to find my way.
And in this town of misery,
I search for you.
And now, I walk away
To the last of the days.
And in this world,
There are only memories
Of how we could get through.
There was just no way to see
How I lost my way
In the land of the days.
And in this life,
How will they remember me?
Will they see the truth?
Will I just lose everything?
And now, it fades away
To the land of the days.
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Shadows Left Behind
PoetryA set of rather dark poems looking over the darkest of feelings; the loneliest of times; the shadows left behind.
