gratitude

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,

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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