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Random Unsorted Drafts / 20 March 2019

I walked a thousand days of gray,

Across unknown deserts without aim,

Today I face the end of worlds,

An edge so; edgy; and there we stand,

falling off as nature demands,

unhurt; yes … well …,

not quite; yet standing,

I wish

and wish

the world

again

would recognise

the meaning of

friend

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.