Perhaps it is
Nearly time
For me to
Put away
This dream
And forget
I ever suffered
At the hands
Of having
A choice
To change
What mind
Has stirred
In place
Of appearing decent
When assuming lines
Left scattered
Are this rare
Yet bold
Disease
Like an inconsistent
Means
Which compels
My broken
Wishes
For expressions
Once denoted
By a heart
With honest
Voice
Now caught
On second chance
Where this loss
Is that much
Greater
And demand
Its steeper incline
From these hills
I cannot
Scale
Speaking
While I can
Just to mount
One piercing
Summit
Among clouds
At soaring limits
Near the base
Of heavens
Close
As these phrases
Fall beneath
Toward that end
I cannot
Suffer
But reveal
Their gaping chasm
As an ache
Like open
Wounds
Remaining
Festered sores
Amid craters
Dark
And empty
Upon learning
Every surface
Is the hell
That always
Was
Seeing
Beyond fate
In this valley
Of our
Purpose
Looking down
Uncertain
My leap
Of faith
Will land.
– J. Pigno
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Thank you and God bless as always Mel ππ
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You should text me and catch up sometime πβΊοΈππ
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