The Sign
It’s like a shadow over me.
It rains on me.
Acid rain,
Guilt in its very essence.
I feel them looking,
And I wish they’d stop.
It’s too much,
Holding their gaze and hear her breath
Whispering again
That I survived.
I survived.
There must be something I need to do in return.
You understand, I cannot sleep anymore.
I cannot look at the sky in awe,
And wish,
And wait
For a grand sign.
I’m alive.
I am the sign. —
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