May Day

Sunken is my heart amongst the wreckage.

Hope went the fastest; and she lies with in the muck next to me.

Peaceful are the sounds beneath the surface, silence entered and prayer escaped along with the tiny bubbles.

Chilly are the nights and warm are the days, and the image of you will soon fade.

Dark are hours, always.

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