"Let go,"
the voices whisper
but he continues on,
he stands at the top of an iceberg,
the edge of a cliff,
the tip of anything sharp,
anything you can fall from,
but he does not fall
And he does not let himself
Forget
The
Voices
Inside
His
Head.
He forgets to breathe,
forgets to remember,
forgets to understand,
he forgets to forget
he forgets
as he is one
of the forgotten.
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• lost stars
PoetryWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
