almost time to
fall
thinking destruction
only way to
correct
mistakes made
over time
trusting
expecting
someone to hold
strong
to their word
actually show
up
or call leave a
message
instead this
nothing rises
like dust in
the wind
floating around
blurring vision
already clouded
with tear filled
eyes
almost time
to watch the
towel thrown
the tenth
reached in the count
he still doesn’t
move
and goes
without a sound
or a word but
letters stacked in piles
everywhere will
anyone read them
seriously
wondering who cares
running in
circles
around some
thought
some problem
if no one can
identify
does it even
exist…
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