by JOSEPH
As I dash down these rigid steps,
lunging from one side to another, that this is not safe.
Midway through my thoughts I catch flight.
Well that’s what I’m meant to believe,
before I come crashing down practically
rolling out onto the platform.
I’ve relived this nightmare for four years now.
When will I realize that when I fall, I have to get back up.
When will I realize that life is like this.
We fall and get back up.
When will I realize that the dim lights fading down the platform will go out.
When will I realize that the fading lights will go out.
We live, we die, life goes on.
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