My sadness goes unbidden.
Questions in the dark.
“Make the most of what you have.”
I don’t know where to start.
Weakened by failure,
Sealed by stain;
Turning underneath it all,
Has reconfigured what remains.
To one hand the horizon,
To the other hand the sea;
They tell you tales of blandness,
Of vunerability.
But those are not realities
In their story boarding homes.
All my questions go unanswered.
Everything is nothing that I’ve known.
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