a welcome capture//
It's hazy
I try to reach out but my hand meets darkness
I can't get to the end
The light at the end
of the tunnel-
Am I the only one who sees it?
Or does everyone else get to this stage eventually.
It looks like something I haven't had in a while
It looks like hope.
And as I reach with all of me, body and soul,
I am embalmed in the objects light
Hope has caught me once again
But I'm not desperate to escape.
-S/A
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escapril 2021
Poetryjust a collection of escapril prompts i thought you guys would like!\