Lines scribbled across
An empty diary page
Words lost in space
A tale I can no longer describe.
A forgotten language
A truth left untold,
Still left unsaid.
Maybe silence
Can clean these stains
Unmark this territory,
Make it new.
Swirls of regret
Wondering if anything
Could ever have been different
Mistakes at every turn
Taste of doubts
Leaving me nauseous.
This drama
Is still playing out.
This grand scheme
Drawing near its end.
This musical
Reaching its final number.
Tell me how it ends.
Do you even know?
Rescue me from the unknown.
Where are we going,
When will this end?
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