It was here, where this body knew that there was change
approaching but to what means, this I'm afraid, can't
answer at this point in time of my life
Of everything lost within trepidation, another formality
was reconstructed along these brittle walls; demeanors
quickly stood forth, thinking up of another way to
simply breathe -- no, to be simply alive for this moment
'They' spoke of fallen limbs as the sign that life ended
yet none dared to prove my own theory,,,
Where there is death, life starts anew
For now, even if a little, my ink shall become the
blood and this motionless paper the bandages...
And, every precious minute standing will encapsulate
these unknown emotions as I walk my path despite
the camera lens loosing its focus
Honorable mention
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