In the Mourning
can’t
what you think
you can’t do
is done
every day
feet on the floor
one step two
primal pain
the second you’re never the same
people go on
and on
even when they think
they can’t
do that
they do
feeling forsaken
a life taken
waking up a stranger
lost in the wilderness
of where to go
now
which way points up
a compass held
by both
the weak and the strong
in and out of centuries
the mantle of inheritance
what it is
to understand
where you are
where you’ve been
in the nothingness of pitch
nothing changes
unmoved
so says the ray
that goes forth
from the sun
and moments the moon
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