waiting

with a song it begins,

this incredible sadness,

this bittersweet goodbye,

no matter how far you run,

it always comes back to here;

for everything there is a cost,

for everything there is a loss;

trapped within this wreckage,

hidden among the fading mist,

a price to be paid,

an unanswered question,

an unfulfilled answer;

a beacon for the terminally lost;

this morning,

for the first time in

a long time,

I woke up afraid;

there is an evil lurking here,

floating just below the surface,

an unspoken shadow,

waiting to envelope everything

in its path,

an unseen whisper,

touching depths unknown.

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