I peer over
The jagged canyon edge,
And I recoil
In disbelief.
This void is one
That I swear I had filled.
I haven't thought of him
In a while;
I hadn't missed him
Since the anger
From our final quarrel
Abated,
And yet the cracks run deep,
Snakes living within them,
Ivy creeping upward
Towards the light
Of the sun.
I feel the sand
Against my skin -
It is carried by the wind,
And it infiltrates
My clothes, my mouth,
My patience.
I am nothing if not
Forgiving,
But I shall recall
Those gentle lies
He spoke
Until I can remember
No more.
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Refraction.
PuisiSo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
