Not fly. I tried so hard, I did
But through clouds my eyes
Cannot reach the sky
Wings never stood
A chance against this storm
Many stories I have worn
Out. Exceedingly expressing
Chronicles of adventures I have
Lived. Yet this predestined tomb
Left me lost, losing touch
Do I know where I'll be?
Fortunetellers even, cannot see
The epilogue of lifelines in our hands
Will I be alone?
Depends.
And still the dark creeps
Uncomfortably. Under my skin
Too thin to withdraw, from
Melancholic voices
Discouraging the butterfly
Keeping it from reaching
The sky
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