I must snap outta this emo feeling... It doesn't feel too good...
The Northern Lights
Eugene Koh
The lights of the North,
Hovering above my head.
I trudged through the deep snow,
The sun never setting.
Whether it is day, or night,
Whether the sun would want to take its flight,
I stand here, cold, shivering,
Yet under the serenity of the Northern Lights.
The mountains towered, the lakes froze,
I walked upon the hills, no grass, nor fawn.
But yet I felt truly happy, as I laid down for camp,
I saw the moon, the sun, the lights and stars again.
As I went to sleep, which I very nearly couldn't,
I was kept mesmerized by the lights, waving in the sky.
Were there my ancestors, were there my friends?
Were there all my lost memories that I want back?
Were there my dreams, my hopes, my future?
Were there my dignity, pride and honor?
I asked myself, over and over again,
Until snow fell, and my eyes closed again.
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