Standing outside in the downpour
Deep cold seeps into my gilded armor
This barren land once home to me
What's left is nothing but misery.
Met some weary travelers on my path
Destined to meet in the aftermath
When the dusk of our love has come
I must leave everything cumbersome.
And so I let the rivers wash them away
Else to the darkness, I'll be prey
Onward, my frail soul, to a new nest
Alas, I woke up being cradled by unrest.
For the shelter and warmth, I thank thee
But my eternity's not in this reality
I won't allow my last hope to bleed out
So I breakout, with a shout, "No doubts!"
© 2021 Lee Yael