Tag: Prose

Cold of Home

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I miss the cold of home. The familiar embrace of the snow as it covers me whole. Gone are the nights when I would stay up to see the sky fall in beautiful pieces.

There was a place, hidden just for me. It overlook the reaching ice sea. Behind, a city of dreamers wrapped in each others arms. But, none waited for me. So, I stayed in my hidden place till the pain faded away, numb. My eyes were lost in the white as the tears were lost to the wind.

I miss the cold of home. For the pain here burns brightly.

Change for the Worse

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I am not what I once was.

Ambition has flited away as ash does from a dying fire.

Confidence no longer calls my heart home.

Haunted by the shade of my former self, I cannot deny that I miss the strength my body once bore.

I am sorry that all I have left to give is less than you deserve.

Upon Reflection

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Were all of your words a lie? Or just the ones you said to get what you wanted?
-A Fool, Melancholy Pier Across the Emerald Sea.

I am happily lost without you. Maybe now, I can find myself.
-A Fool, Upon the Sands of Known Uncertainty.

If I could live in a dream, let it be a dream without you in it.
-A Fool, to a Dwelling Angel of the Deep.