He's My Freind
This place is lone
in our world
sand and sky
Distractions furled
Our world is harsh
peoples dark
their eyes clouded
blank, no Spark
My eyes snap open
blindingsun
thewindcutsthrough
Ravaging breaths stun
Air grates down
mythroatmylungs
mybeatingcenter
where Hope clung
My sole salvation
lays near me
its words refresh
my soul flys free
This one last book
ancient's tome
holding heaven
bringing me home
Tis not over
whisp’d pages
Tis not done
said sages
Tis not time
say’th sky
Tis not you
sand ver’fy
Tis now
Tis I
Say’th Hope
Say’th Savoir
Say’th Friend
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