That which I have feared
will come to be.
Echoing in the endless
cavern of my soul.
The knowledge of my future
speaks as if sentient,
mocking me in my sorrow.
It has ever been so,
so shall it ever be.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
That which I have feared
will come to be.
Echoing in the endless
cavern of my soul.
The knowledge of my future
speaks as if sentient,
mocking me in my sorrow.
It has ever been so,
so shall it ever be.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017