The way.
The veil of clouded vision
I can’t.
Find the light within, and
I stop.
For just a brazen moment
We stop.
Myself and time itself
Let go.
Take a breath, it will be okay.
I know.
To think we thought it would work out
It won’t.
Not even with a hope of somehow
We go.
Go alone, our separate ways
We live.
The time moves with us until
We die.
Such a short breath, taken away.
This life.
Categories: poetry
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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