I’ve fallen.
I failed
I can’t, not supposed to.
But I did

like a fallen skyscraper
I’m left in the rubble of my promises,
Cut down

Wondering
Where do I begin, again?
But my broken form still breathes,
So I stand again.

I look to the horizon—
My eyes burn from the glass-reflected sun
As I move forward, again

And again

And again.




© Norman Oaks