Another Day

A mistake a mistake,
What tragedy willed and me,
struck,
open,
failed,
lost in the remembrance of a past innocence.
And who was I to know anything in this moment.
I stood in hesitation, in defeat and triumph all at once.
Losing and taking, gaining,
in more than one way,
a realization of the futility of it all.

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