Within

are wonders,
and
horrors.

from which do
you run?

we
fall
to rise
and
fear to
fall again.

we never rise
for fear to shine.

Pain of knowing
one’s light wastes away
whispers provocative action.

so we run.

we run
till we
are alone.

again.

seated with
the wonders,
and the horrors
that never came.

Silence,
Peaceful
Respite.

I Hate it.