All of this incessant talking
sometimes it needs to end
let's sit
with our fairy tales
and our monsters
in sweet silence
and imagine
in the same urgent cry
for something better than
chaos of an ordinary kind
the ice is crashing into the ocean
the seas rise above my head
and i am unable to stay afloat
without
a helping hand to carry me
the magic is somewhere
to be found
in the written word
a love letter
a summons
bridge common bonds
and reveal an opening
for the spirit to be
liberated vindicated
exonerated
contemplated
after passing
friends gathered round
but who will walk through the gates
as a true companion
who can we depend on in this life
not to disappoint us so greatly
that we lose all sense of hope
I try to look forward
but struggle against it
like i'm running through dry sand
my feet scorched
and skin blistered from the
deadly rays
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