Hidden
In a worldThat turns in
On itself,
A path so destructive,
You will find
Yourself lost
In something not
Your own,
Breathe it in,
Deeply at first,
Your shallow breath
A sign all
To clear,
You missed out on
Something grand.
Somehow, somewhere,
Down that fine line,
We fell off,
Such a short fall,
With such a hard
Impact,
Dust yourself off,
the pain will
Fade,
The pain only
I seem to feel,
The memory will
Turn to a faint
Nothing,
A hidden remembrance
Of the scabbed
Over, roughly patched
Scar,
Know so little,
But jump so much,
What for?
Nobody gets out unharmed
In this world that turns
In on itself
This is what we’ll
Always know.
~Kaitlin Platti~
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