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Oct 2016
Chasing you has never been my forte.
I never thought this was supposed to be difficult.
I’d let the storm pass while you were in the middle of it,
Then stick around to pick up the wreckage.
Piece by piece, your world falls apart,
And crumbles to dust, interpretation of us.
Confusion floods your mind, and the signs were invisible,
You thought you were looking for darkness,
And missed the trickle of sunlight.
We weren't willing and able,
We weren't some charming fable,
We weren't the contents of a mystery box,
You could just throw onto the table.
Your weapon of choice, your overpowering voice,
Was never as loud as you thought.
The suffocating light, the earth-shattering cry,
The setting that ruined the plot.
You stumbled upon the rise of the dawn,
On your descent to find your answer,
But when the answer is as deep as the question,
It was hidden in plain sight all along.
Daniel Michael
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Daniel Michael  23/M/Ohio
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