• pin_dew 23w


    There was no finishing line
    for your whimpers
    no applause and no home to
    return to rather triumphantly
    or perhaps with some
    broken shell that you had to put up
    against the crowd no lakeside
    fake pride no sitting idly
    by some shrine where you had
    put your dreams in prayer chits
    no roadside restaurant
    to eat your stomach full
    and laugh against happy faces
    happy hands and dangling legs
    only a long long not so pretty
    wilderness almost a desert
    with a sun that feigned hope
    whereas drying away your tears
    your blood and your soul
    you would have lived still
    if you had really wanted to anyway.

    © Pin Dew