FORLORN
I'm just as tired as I could be,
walking down the streets of Forlorn,
as the lights go out, one by one,
and the harbor descends, dimlit.
I can't do this no more,
been doing it for too long,
trying to ignore the true pace,
a reasonable movement for mankind.
I was born in Forlorn,
and I've lived here ever since,
on green pastures with sunny skies,
on darkened nights like this.
I try to keep it up,
to ignore the things I've seen,
the weary and the wrong,
the mistakes in the Cong.
I'm walking down the streets of Forlorn,
as the lights go out, one by one,
and the harbor descends, dimlit,
I realise so will I.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-10-22 at 12:57
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