11 February 2014

A Thousand Lullabies

I broke my fall 
Saw the edge too late
But my grip was great,
And in naught but air,
I built a stair - 

I climbed, head reeling
From familiar feeling
Of apathy and despair, 
To an edge of reason,
Logic's season,
To know I didn't belong there.

I knew from the start
There was no heart
But knowing isn't certain.
I fell to be falling,
All the time calling
Until the final curtain.

Bare now the stage
In all its age,
For now no player lies.
And the silence keeps
As truth now weeps
For a thousand lullabies. 

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