putting
thoughts
in a book at
last
he stares back
through
someone else’s
eyes
where are the
voices
silent as the
night creeps
slowly moving
out from behind
all those fears
he thought he
was at a plateau
but he can’t
control the fall
brought the
idea to light
the darkest
spot
lying flat on
his back
staring into
the most random
thought it
might make sense by now
and then it all
falls
on top crushing
all he has left
or right
or wrong doesn’t matter much
when it comes
to direction
as long as he
can still get up
each time he
falls back
another step or two…
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