In A Thousand Years (poetry)

Tear drops shatter-
like broken shards of glass.

My heart ceases to beat-
beneath the misery.

The somber raven-
pecks at my soul.

My very core-
is numb with your lies.

The charred embers-
of all that we were.

In a thousand years-
my apocalyptic sun won’t matter.

In a thousand years-
we won’t even be a memory.

In a thousand years-
your betrayal won’t sting.

In a thousand years-
I will finally be free.


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