Dark as the night that surrounds me
Cold and hard as that of stone
Vision blurred, I can barely see
Here I stand, alone.
It matters not what is the past
Nor what our futures hold
Living every moment to the last
Braving the storm and staying bold.
My body left bleeding
My cries reach the skies above
The lives we are leading
Are ones lacking in love.
There is a storm brewing
High and mighty is the cloud
But my ship she keeps moving
My head still unbowed..
Nickith J. Williams
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