Edge of the strip

Saturday, January 14, 2017

All has washed away now. 

All the longing gone. 

Left with nothing to cling onto.

 Faith crumpled and tucked away in the bin. 

Where do you stand now?

What else can you seek?

Its all still there. But are you? 

That plane you dnt belong to. 

You were never there.

The glimpses hollow. 

Can’t flinch at the shadows. 

You were never there. 

The hallowed halls. 

The mirrored sheen. 

Leave the game. 

Find another plane. 

Wince at the pain. 

You are there now.