The Chaos Before The Storm

Lost, like a watchman who is forlorn
Caught in the chaos before the storm
Pondering the Past's pain as I mourn
While playing silent songs on a horn
Which remind me of my amorphous form
Like the Void, from which I was born
The page with my story on it is torn
With paper that is the color of corn

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Writer’s Choice*

Oblivion’s Forlorn Watchman

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