The Dead Turn

I.

On a morning cold as ice

Drank the poison at my bedside

All the darkness left behind and

Calling out to the sunrise

II.

The colors fade, the shadows lie

Set in stone, watch others die

A mind left wandering, will it find

Others who survived?

III.

Dragged through glass a thousand miles

A trail of blood on a road to exile

The dead turn away to mystery, I’ll

Wander on with a smile

And now, Punxsutawney, we turn our lonesome eyes to you.

Photo by Dan-Cristian Pădureț on Unsplash

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