it is okay
to know me,
for my heart to bleed
and find you never
truly held thee.

a fog lifts
to reappear
thicker, denser
claims the darker
casting spells of fear.

shake off
the rumbling clouds
the damp
straddling two destinations
soulless, lost in anger.

a dash of light
strikes brilliantly bright
emerge blind
worn, confused
Come! watch me vanish.

flailing arms
reach for your celestial lights,
to evade the journey,
black holes lead
this pilgrim deeper.

 

Poetry

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