A Poem (31)

He is alone again.
Sitting in his room,
staring into nowhere.
Thinking too hard,
feeling too deeply.
Loving with his whole being.
Crashing at once.
Again.
And again
it feels like
connecting with a brick wall.
Bouncing back,
falling.
No one
to catch the boy.
The boy
who once thought:
“I have wings.”

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