Brutal timeline
of a story
left razor sharp
on a cliff’s edge.
You sunder
what leftover
burning hope there is
for a paradise
to be built.
What a life
you’ve restrained,
bleeding cuts
into floods,
turning honesty
over closed eyelids.
You kneel
in a clogged avenue,
ample with yearning
to become someone
without vacancy.
To fulfill some set
of bold words,
to bring to flame
a rekindled passion,
go to derail
a train packed
with unmentioned,
unneeded doubt.
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