by cries not even gods withstand
to stay unfazed i can't pretend
witness to the fallout of your wars
in pointless pursuit to the end
empty-handed, built on sand
chasing lifelines in this house of cards
once more hanging by a thread
your frail collection of regret
answers become writing on the wall
is this what justifies the dread
the final day, the course is set
no words of mine might ever stop the fall
when each farewell could be the last
whatever strength left to hold fast
i dare not entertain what lurks below
obscured until the die is cast
waste no more breath on shadows past
be here, be now, the way is to let go
(2023)
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