I see life through newborn eyes.
I can sense if something lives or dies.
It feels like such a burden.
I don't want this overwhelming sensation to worsen.
Blacken me out from the light.
Was given wings to fly.
But I just want to sit and cry.
For the things I have been and known.
Never could have prepared me for what I was shown.
Blacken me out from the light.
Remove the halo above my head.
Bestow it upon someone of worth instead.
I do not deserve such divine praise.
I want to learn my lesson in an honest way.
Blacken me out from the light.
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