November 17: Fallen.

The tears cascaded,
From my face,
From my soul,
Off my cheeks,
They plunged,
Into the darkness,
Onto the rocks far below.
My soul bled out my eyes,
Off my cheeks,
It plunged,
Into the darkness,
The void, ever present,
On the rocks below.

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run away,
left behind,
a dark night,
cold, metal railings,
slippery concrete
a lone figure,
a chance, a future,
a difference,
chosen.