Chapter 8

Days linger in the heat. Light seems as shadows, distorting the world. True loss tears apart the quiet, sobbing madly, maddeningly. No peace can be found. Sleeping rips the veil, watching the past happening again. Walking to the brink, watching the world through mist and sorrow. When will this nightmare fade? When will a new one take its place?

The End

1 comment about this work Feed