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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