The Dreams came back and worse
Still lost, more than before
What am I?
Am I truly human anymore?
I stare at my hand, but see the wall beyond it
Ephermeral
Nothing, and fated..
Falling, and tumbling
I lost my hold, my face
Inability to pretend
If my instinct for hope had not won
Would you have ever noticed?
Nay, you would not
Silence would have simply been silence, nothing more
The ceiling still waits.
Tired.
Worn
Broken evermore

 
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