The Flight Poem by Zane Gilley

The Flight



A hell of an argument,
the discovery of other,
of betrayal, of pain,
of the anxiety coming
with separation.

Depressing force,
spinning, whirling,

out
squarely of
control.

Multiple lacerations scaling
emotions to the bones
of true self
discovery.

Now, crippled in all worlds,
fingering, scrawling
bloody trails.
dragging forward, searching
for the kinship
of discovery.

And discovered, discovering,
I am still,

alone.

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