Poetry · Writing

stringless kite

a little lost now

following a kite

map shredded

two nights to get it

and i have never felt, whatever this is-

a chilling call

not a heroes call

an endless brawl through the nights free-for-all

and i have been losing

easier to count the small moments when i felt everything was whole

can do it with one hand

do not see the second being used

yet to push aside this feeling of being used

left beaten and bruised

to lay in the coldest of night

with nothing but a stringless kite

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