too late to not change…

rushing
to the window
as
the floor
gives way
beneath you
you struggle
to peer
into
tomorrow
but
find
frosted windows
nothing
to see
but
your cold breath
dancing
in the air
and tho
you
know
you
must leave
you
shout
like a child
who’s nightlight
is out
hoping
some parent figure
will appear
and
take your hand
guiding you
through
life’s
darkened
portal
the future

 

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