Lament, wake me gently to an unborn dawn,
Lift me, hold me as I limply protest to the resounding cry,
“She lives sir!”, but I live not.
I am a shadow made but only of the darkened slate,
Of your empty eyes, looking on towards the glinting horizon.
I am but a hollow mist, cast before your tortured thoughts.
But am I truly a mere figure in your thoughts? [Baca Selengkapnya]
