Flight is a way to avoid the faces
Like you said, they all look the same
The steady remain, the new are ashamed
what is old and what is new but change?
Darling, it is the lack of action
Floundering on the sand,
Grains of expectations
Set too high and too low
Leave your footprints there
marks of your heels on forgotten beaches
they will catch the tide, to become pools
and there life will sprout
Or time will pull the grains out to sea
Grinding away shells of others
All learning to be broken and numb
you are not alone in feeling pain
yet bonding over shadows
is where loss is found,
when the pain ends,
so too does the bond
YOU ARE READING
Lucid Percussions
PoetryI am learning to speak out loud again Cogito Ergo Sum is a heavy burden
