The World Within My Sight
Much of a soothing breeze; cold as the winter freezes
I reach out; the wind catches my hand
I cry out; the air fetches an echo
The sky falls; it falls, and falls.
The weak crumble, the rest hurry on
The rain cries a little pity;
for the forgotten heroes and the sickly;
and a world that doesn't care.
Our hearts falter; they pause, and they stop.