It all fades away
What it is, I cannot decipher
But it abandons me
When I need it most
Leaving bear hands
To fend for death
Alone
Is it courage?
Is it hope?
What is the element
That leaves me
Basking my essence in a false future
What is it
That leaves the sour
Taste in my mouth
Like vinegar gone all wrong
The dropping of the heart?
The need to run far, far away
Where reality can never reach?
Where fantasy reigns
I’m all it’s glory and
Can comfort me
Into worlds nonexistent?
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Hope? I feel like the jigsaw piece is hope, which persists in stories when we lose it ourselves.
Hey, I love this line; That leaves the sour Taste in my mouth Like vinegar gone all wrong. You write amazing! no matter how many people read it. I'm crazy over your stuff!