Nevaeh Miranda
May 8, 2018
My light is but a burning candle in the night
I blindly follow a trail unknown
My days are spent tired of the fight
Bumps in the road leave me weak and weary
The yells of a loved one to come back
My face is dust filled and teary
The trail has run out and I find myself at the end
It is quiet
It stays quiet always
The quiet I befriend
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