I was one fear closer to here
lost in a night too dark for sleeping
was it me on the ledge or was it you
whispering
don’t
give up too soon
don’t give up
too soon
when I am
breaking
I am a fool
where do I stand
I am a piece of
stone mixed in
with all this sand
yet full of proof
of what died with you
why
did you bring me here to my cyclone second
when rage engulfs this bridge from earth to
heaven
cinder through and through
you ask too much you do
for one whisper like the hint of water splashed on embers
for one storybook of dreams with its message tethered
to the fading metal moon
the sun it can be cruel
now that I gave too much too soon
Is
this your plan
is this your one
your great
your smoky last demand
or
my intention
my blue-flame doom
because
burned across my heart your forgotten
message
the language lost in time with the words
rewritten
resuscitate the girl she is out of
breathing
collapsed under the hope she could not
believe in
the soot was in her eyes she could only cry
was this my one great truth
did I give up
too soon?
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