Half Way Home

Awake, at half past twilight
staring hard into the night
heart heavy with nothing
but the weight of wishes
my soul has yet to shed
so much to be done,
many words left to be said

Time,
teach me
more than I think
I can learn

Cycles,
please slow
your turn

for Regret,
I don’t wish
to feel your burn

Life, tell me a story
but know that I’m too
old for empty words
the deeper I dig
the deeper you get
that much I know
but these bones ache now
when your cold winds blow

Time,
teach me
more than I think
I can learn

Cycles,
please slow
your turn

for Regret,
I don’t wish
to feel your burn.

Universe,
it was you who
conspired cleverly
to put me here
in this world,
ripe with
storied shadows so
eager to speak their truth
even if people aren’t
always as forthright

Time,
teach me
more than I think
I can learn

Cycles,
please slow
your turn

for Regret,
I don’t wish
to feel your burn.

~Eric Vance Walton~

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