Saturday, August 16, 2025

Pauses are for the weak

 I pause, amidst the broken glass

Amassed by feelings, burns and scars

Enjoyed by billions, cherished so

And no one steps up, no one wants to go

Another step, another goal,

Washed up on barren, empty shore

Despised by crowds holding truth

The universe against one man

So plural, so alone, abused

A tear runs down many cheeks

Like diamond bliss it speaks

Like acid burn it stings so deep

Your mind, my soul, a hill so steep

I push my feelings up its slope

A boulder that will crush me, so I hope

A fire that will burn me

A light that will forever leave me blind

The end, the goal, and  yearning 

And my resolve that is still burning!

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