• t e n • Tumultuous

I hold the hand rail
Of this brief fixture called life
Not knowing where I am going,
apple core rots inside.

what do you think I should be?
I don’t know what to say, 
I don’t know where to go,
I’ve been far from this place…

I’m holding on,
Can’t seem to move on,
I wish I knew what you know,
I wish I could show you.


We’re moving through this
We’ll make it through this,
But I won’t see myself,
On the other side.

The End

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