Oh where hath the stars gone
That shone the night on high
And whence has the moon run
from barren sky
when did all the flowers grey
and wilt from bloom
how did I find
this empty world of gloom
for soothe I ask the wind
the voice I no longer hear
feelings and thoughts
once felt so very near
silence ever ringing in my ear
this cold it bites so very deep
in lands where compassions
once burned like solar keep
it chills my core
I feel old weary and sore
myself, slowly becoming forgotten lore
as this demon devours
memories of before
the depression ebbs
anhedonia flows
it blossoms here
where nothing grows
this land myself
this place
this being
that no one knows
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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