I sit in the cold,
building patience,
Like a prophet's blinded disciple,
Praying to Him that our paths will a day reassemble,
So I sustain my presence in at most abondance,
I neglect withdrawal.
The scraps of thee shattered heart,
that I own which you hold multiply at that,
In belief I ought to be valiant.
And as I bid you farewell,
As I set pase for your final departure.
I will face it,
I won't forfeit,
I will stay to film the moment,
To seek through your gaze and hope I can find it,
That heaven in hell,
That calmness at the eye of the horrid storm,
Just one more,
One I would and will wait to call home only once more.
🤐🎧🤐
.....@Luci***......