useless and
hanging
from the phone
cord
forgetting what
he owned
doubts anyone’s
opinion
somehow forces
himself higher
into the cloud
ceiling
away from the
ground
proving him
useless
time and time
again
wondering
simple twist of fate
or coincidence
what was it in
words
making a
connection
inevitable or
meant to be
there at a
cross roads
no directional
signs
clouds putting
a push
on the darkness
another thought
riddled night…
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