Resolution Pending by I.F.T.P
I seemed to have reached a conclusion, That I won’t find one. And for now, That’s okay. What if the anger wasn’t the problem? A thing to be solved, A fault in me, With me. What if it’s justified? The closest I’ll get To the scent of justice, To holding it in my hands, Is this. This sensation that ebbs and grows. It’s an ember to the fire A grain to the shore A drop to the gallon One step of a mile. But it’s of the same element, The same cadence, The same key.
Grater Expectations
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