Time rolls at deathly speed
The smell of fragility in the air pinches the two opposing
Complexities burn a sunder
Love is misunderstood
Decisions made and not knowing
The call for clarity
A kind of bestowing upon
honesty falls between the cracks that appear
Ones from the start that have always been there
Openness now looses it’s idealised place
As truth lays dormant in the unknown perhaps untouched parts of the self
A hand reaches out then slips away
A voice calls yet is not heard
A man speaks yet doesn’t speak at all
The white flag flys
A certain gaze washes over her loss of faith
A never ending pervading fear that is there
In both.
So they raise their sails and depart
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