I find myself changing more and more,
As I watch the years go by.
Something is different than it was before,
As if a part of me soon will die.
When the night sinks in and I'm finding sleep
The mists in my head start to grow.
Is there anything in this world we can actually keep?
—Is all I want to know.
When I say goodbye to the light-hearted days,
I notice I can hardly remember your face.
Will it be there again for me to see,
Or is time taking you away from me?
If I am no longer allowed to tend
The forgotten in their graves,
Then that means this is the end,
As there is no one left to save.
If grey years take the memories of the past
And neither the warmth nor the colours will last,
Then I'm drowning in the deepest sea,
Where oblivion is destroying me.
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Merlin. Poems of a Broken Soul
PoetryThe title is enough description, I think. If you are a fan of Merlin, maybe even a fan of poetry, then you should give this a look. The poems are written from Merlin's perspective and we all know how broken he is in the end. Please tell me if I use...
