wingless i stand in the stench of defeat
glued to the ground, the curse all over me
and that which fills the silence with whispers
i drink its bitter blend of truth and rumour
vain desire out of balance and time
false hopes between eternity and oblivion
why fill this restless heart to the brim
condemned to yearn i must sacrifice
somehow those elusive moments still find me
they trickle fast through my fingers like sand
salvation so close i can almost touch it
taunting and haunting, for i am not worthy
(2023)
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