I lied
when I said
I’d save the world—
The coldness clung
as I learned—
ideals can lie.
The wound
sunk in me—
a ballast ache
of failure.
I thought a howl
would have made more sense—
but silence
did the deed.
Life grows sideways
when you're low.
Knowing voices
fill the void—
The choice was made
long ago—
The only life worth living
is the one you choose—
and choose.
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