Withered©
by Khanåda - Feb. 1992
Starving
Measure me, my soul
Desires flown away ~ lost
Peace, emptiness, death
I cannot decide
As I stretch to find
My way
Am I withered as a reed
The blood has left me
Like a fleeing child
And I lie here
Pondering my confusion
Resting in the sand
The snow
The surface
Floating in a sea of glass
As I stretch to find
My way~
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