By Damien Knight
The world seems Ill
So am I, love sick
I didn’t mean for this
Being so cold, heartless
I stopped smiling
Years and years ago
Yet I had found
That smile again
I’ve felt so alone
I wanted to be missed
And in the shadow lands
she waits yearning
Eager for my kiss
Soon I will be with her
She won’t sit in shade
Waiting all alone
I will be Aniya’s shadow
A heathen conceivably, but not, I hope, an unenlightened one
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