the endless trip

blinded so I couldn’t see

the pain in front of me

howling as a winter wind

weakening a foundation yet cemented

trying everything

hoping to feel something real

like riding on the train

missing every stop

forgive you, and me

more than willing, but somehow unable

wishing one more time

to be rescued by the dawn

humbled by the power

not angry anymore

crossing the bridge

while not looking down

my suitcase is empty

from this lengthy trip

begging for luck

getting nowhere fast

right beside me in the shadows

all too quiet on a foggy day

along the way, a step is lost

but carry carefully your souvenirs

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