Thank you

reach deep,

search for tired, empty answers
hidden by dreams of mist,

imprisoned by bars of

golden madness,

darkness,

looking beyond the night,

deeper,

crawling into the past

to escape the future,

running from nameless faces

and silent voices;

with a soft sigh

it died,

never to return,

never to feel again,

unnoticed,

unattended,

in the end

there just wasn't

enough room,

choices made,

irreversible,

unrecoverable,

dark highways traveled

on imaginary steeds

in strange forgotten lands;

who are we to say?

who are we to know?

perhaps it is just as well,

secrets were never destined

to stand out

in the morning light;

thank you

for the time

you have given me.

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