visions of words tumble
from lips dribbling
onto an unkept floor-
sense is lost to the chaos
of falling
as the heart remains quietly
stoic…
where is the light that lit up
this doorway between
disparity?
where is hope that gives wings
to flight and
legs to growth?
oh should these lost visions
yet fall more?
what will become of words
that cannot sound anymore?
wonderfully expressed
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