Literature
Never
these things,
these thoughts,
these thinning memories...
i stand alone.
alone i stand
on a great precipice.
all around me,
all-encompassing,
filling my field of view,
a forest deep,
deep with thorns.
even sharper in their indifference.
the crags are steep,
steep and forbidding.
and who do i think i'm kidding?
i cannot fly,
my wings are clipped.
no...
i never had any wings to begin with.
those long-ago dreams,
dreams stretching to infinity
and back again by bedtime --
that's all they ever were.
so as i stand,
as i stand alone,
a tear escapes my eye.
just the one.
alone at first,
but then the floodgates burst.
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