Saturday, February 6, 2016

Divan


The end of a civilization comes,
A predictable yet horrible circumstance
Where we find ourselves alone again
Nowhere to run, smaller kingdoms fail
Into darkness we fall, nomads to ride
I find no longer a divan to lax
Stress builds, tears drop, friendships last
But nothing the same, ever again

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