The air was humid
The void endless
The stairs long
The fanfare hollow
A charming man
On a solo trek
Climbing slowly
A weighted shoulder
A square force
Sadly hungry
Eating to feed
But no savoring
Marching up
No waving goodbye
Just a wonder
What wretched thing is next
There is no win
Prickling under the skin
Go slow
For there may be no tomorrow
Shimmering waves
But no true reflection
The footsteps deeply weighted
Drowning
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psychologistmimi 
Sad, but very evocative.
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I loved it
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The type of post that should be read twice. Bravo I say!
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Aww Thanks! Hope your day is going well.
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Sunday bathed in sunshine – couldn’t be better thanks 😀
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