It was not the calling—

Walk forward, trip—

stomach twisted with doubts and yet

you never knew

disappointment— but who can't tell

if it isn't for the best

To wish in the wind and wait

Don't worry repeat who-knows

But the drop still tear

Through the armor of

Beyond, away, expression, blaze—

But it's wasn't the calling

And the train stopped

And I'm all alone in the crowd

With my thoughts all the rain stopped

Bitterness took over Still ?

The words ever told silence lately

Lately I have been sleeping fine

As if nights did not happen

Just the empty words— some sunlight

Yet the time stretches on... Where are

my dreams disappointed but it's not

The end ? Even the crows

Said nothing and watched

Comfort or confusion or

Both No dawn but the grey skies

Like some stairs I fell upon