There was a time when
I could run as far as I wished. A time where I could
Catch the wrist
Before you could even brush the edge of the cliff.
But time passed like a bird's
Molt. You never did listen to
Whatever we're told. I couldn't
Always reach you before you tried
To escape, to grow wings and
Pretend to be invincible in your hero's cape.
So that day you flew off
The overhang. I remember because
I could do nothing as
The toll of Death's bells rang.
I dove over after and
Retrieved what I could, and
You lived, you ecstatically did.
But, I think, I could never
Fetch every piece from the rocks at
The bottom of the ravine.
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Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
