Each one closer, closer, to the end of the dock.
Just wait till the big step comes at last, I’m sent hurdling, reeling,
I make a splash. Oh what a spectacle, a sight to see,
I’m flailing, I’m struggling, I cannot get free!
I’m below the surface, submerged, immersed, I’ve lost the dock,
I’ve descended into darkness, what could be lurking near, which way is up?
They are crowded around me, like moths drawn to the only lamp in a desolate field, not a gap to be seen,
I’m drowning in mayhem, a skyscraper of aspirations collapsing and covering me with debris, suffocating in dreams.
I’ve found my rest at the bottom, amoung the discarded items, lost memories, all in the bleak unending dark,
Just another sunken treasure, an enchanting post card never delivered, lost at sea, lost at heart.
The air disperses, it turns and bends, it seeps from the cracks that lie in my fragile bones.
I’m without words to comfort, or methods to transport them with tones.
Here I lay, wrecked at last.
The madness caught up with me, I possess only the distinct lack of anything but a continuous state of lacking itself.
Weighted down by the very thing I cry to express, only by that which I sought to herald to the masses,
Dreams come alive every moment of the day, but to no avail,
Just escape from me like precious word of life departing in time, as bubbles of air leaving my lungs.
Creation not tended to or nurtured is a disastrous crime.
So I’ve come upon my sentence,
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