Shaky fingers
reaching to touch my hand,
trying to guide me through the night…
But the black is too dark
and the air smells of smoke.
Trembling, I fall,
and no one is ready to catch me.

Please, catch me next time I fall.
Follow along the overgrown path
and light my way home.
The cobwebs of forgotten dreams
litter the way back
and I can’t fight them away.
Please…catch me next time I die.
 
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