Lament: Dark as Pencil Lead

To feel like I’m falling,
Uncontrollably,
Never endingly.
I have felt like crying,
But if I do that, I could never move my hand.
Which my life is as dark as pencil lead.

To look at her picture just to see,
Lifeless,
Colorless.
I look at her eyes which are as grey as clouds,
And her lips, which are now smudged.
And her hair is the same as my heart… dark as pencil lead.

To have this lament feeling,
Heavy,
Unbarring.
But I must move my hand,
For if I don’t I can never move on.
And I look at my hands, which are now smudged, dark as pencil lead.

But I now decide to move on,
Erasing the pain,
Starting new.
But now there is a change,
A change in US both.
We both now have color, nevermore as dark as pencil lead.

— The Puppet Master
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