Not Okay
If there is no reason, is it okay to cry?
If hope is but a season, is love a cloudy sky?
I drip, melt, drown
In the endless depthless dark
I stoop, fall, down
A deadened lifeless spark
The sun turns dawn to day, but does it always die?
Night creeps past all stay, so does the light but lie?
I break, crack, end
A fracture in the shadows
I scream, weep, bend
You cannot stop the echoes
Copyright © Olivia Estep | Year Posted 2022
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