vineri, 6 noiembrie 2015

The brutality of soft whispers

I got lost, not cause I let go of myself to become something new
but because I abandoned myself of fear I was somehow not sufficient.

Eventually I stopped upon hearing a distant scream.. scared, alone, forgotten and angry, my old voice warned of death. Footsteps away - the crevasse of doom. My ignorant, arrogant gallop would have thrown me towards. And even more frightened of what was to come, I decided to turn.

Picking myself up again would be the hardest to do. For I was lost, in the deep dark woods, of my own wickedness.

Alas..  the courage of a knight was won.

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