No Sun

November 16, 2016
By 191919 GOLD, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
191919 GOLD, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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Scavenging, in a dark haze, grasping the sky, there is no sun.
Lost of hope, I am alone, my vacant eyes staring nowhere.
Left to live, they are a dead race, hopelessly, I move on.

The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo.

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