Tolling Bell

the door has shut
my mind is closed
the time has passed
no feelings to show

no longer a believer
never was a saint
no faith remains
never quite the same

from seed to fruition
what bore was ill
as ashes & dust
as time stands still

the way is narrow
the peak insane
never attainable
always ashamed

nothing to call for
not a thing to leave behind
not even a shadow
just a speck in time

not insurmountable
just a breath away
a simple step
a ton of weight


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