Hope.
My Heart lies bleeding on the open page of history.
My soul scarred by the barbed wire of Auschwitz.
My eyes, weep rivers for the Bastards, Orphans and refugees of this world
Ny fingernails claw at the cage that we are all born into, yet few of us ever escape.
My lips ache to brush against hers, ache to utter sweet nothings, ache for somebody to ache for them.
Hope has Thou forsaken Me?
Am I destined to wander these barren lands alone, blindly bouncing from one meaningless wasteland to another?
The sweet release of sleep my only refuge.
I yearn to sleep for a thousand days and nights and only awaken if you have returned to guide Me.
To be my shepard and lead me to new pastures.



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