My Dead Language

Still stuck

Still stuck

She’s used up all her luck

On a life that wasn’t

Even worth the hassle

We are always beginning again

There is a sameness between us

How gallantly she rides

So boldly she survives

She lived among the ordinary

All she touched was light

But somehow she’s invisible

Does she realize

Will she even know

She’s the one I long to be

She’s the dream I had to let go

To save the life within me.

By JBW

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