blinded so I couldn’t see
the pain in front of me
howling as a winter wind
weakening a foundation yet cemented
trying everything
hoping to feel something real
like riding on the train
missing every stop
forgive you, and me
more than willing, but somehow unable
wishing one more time
to be rescued by the dawn
humbled by the power
not angry anymore
crossing the bridge
while not looking down
my suitcase is empty
from this lengthy trip
begging for luck
getting nowhere fast
right beside me in the shadows
all too quiet on a foggy day
along the way, a step is lost
but carry carefully your souvenirs
looking in your window 
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