Seeking to find,
something to replace
that gaping hole of loss
Waiting for the sky to appear
Screeching down a coaster,
Downwards,
The sky, once so clear, has disappeared
The self pushed itself over the edge
into the void
Hanging on for dear life
that is not so dear anymore
Loosing sight again
of the path ahead
reeling into darkness of chaos
Waiting to break.
1 comment:
what a depressing image this conjures up, ahahha.
happy holidays, man.
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