Downfall

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"Downfall"

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Her ideals hinder happiness

Soaking in a sachet of could be’s

Finger nails grasping at the folds

This is what would be

Starlit rooms

Masking faults as unique beauty

Skipping along the faded paint

This is the sad dance

The sad dance of the hollow woman

Listen carefully to the muted hum

The hum of silence

She sings

This is what could be

Infinite moments collide into now

future is skeptical of past

Vice verse

Sight is forsaken

Neither believes in the other

In limbo she squirms

Her legs grow weak from dance

Her nails broken from effort

This is what is

Her could be’s – wither

Her would be’s – flaccid

Her ideals fall short of this so called reality

Sealed – this is what should be….–