Disappearing

I got lost

I made it something it wasn’t supposed to be

I couldn’t end the show 

And to end the show isn’t easy

to croon blessings over this spirit

to vault over such demises

it takes from you: tears, wishes…

all that’s left; because I want some of it to stay

But I know it’ll starve; afflictions make you pay.

I got lost, though I knew the way.

PG

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