i shivered, cowering

October 4, 2013

you focused, tactlessly

i followed, aimlessly

a blindness, unconscious

of empty sentiments

i wouldn’t understand

or couldn’t comprehend

a future exhausted

this condemned direction

held rapture fleetingly

one without refusal

eyes ceding discretion

i thinking, mistaking

i could’ve succeeded

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