everything given
under foxfire & green
to bramble gate thorns
into the ghost of me
leaving behind Nothing
no longer even dream
nothings
4 responses to “nothings”
Very relatable, Michael. Sometimes it feels like what we give of ourselves leaves little left.
Thank you. Just a husk of former selves, as often as not.
What happens next? After you surrender?
I’m not sure. There is a good chance that it is less important than we lend it.
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