Poetry (words)


The spaces in between that appeared without effort like cracks in the soil on the driest summers day. All the faith that I had placed only left me wanting……

I waited in shadows you created, half breathing half drowning. I swallowed and gasped in the silence, but it passed. I returned the borrowed aqualung to your closet and closed the door. 

I’m over that threshold of belief that this was anything more than a well rehearsed part you played. Act one outlived and surpassed the curtain call, but I’m not applauding for an encore anymore. 

I’ve dug up those foundations.


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