pass

and on the edge of this beautiful world
i sit and wonder,
while you wander,
i’m dressed in lace and satins and i stutter,
while you just pass me by.
and this is harder
than everything i ever thought it could be,
with dreams forgotten,
memories forged,
all of the air comes out of me so rotten,
all that i am now is a god so scorched.
and the despair that fills my heart
will not delete itself,
nor will it let me start.
the earth if full of wonder and i wander.
just leave me be, this is becoming harder
for me to breathe and listen and surpass.
this life is sick,
this too shall pass.

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