Cross
Tonight I sat in a church, staring at a golden cross. I
prayed because at this stage of the game, there’s nothing to lose. Maybe if
there is a point to all this shuffling pain we endure, there is everything to gain. I
sit amongst hundreds of smiling faces but I’ve never felt quite so alone.
I float and drift as songs colour the days sights and interactions. I Am Kloot ricochet around the high vaulted ceiling, their sound lost in
the cavernous space. Even stars die they say.
We all have our problems
Some big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the cross
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You're not alone, Harry.
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