Things have changed.
Plans have failed.
I look for meaning on a grander scale.
My hopes are dashed
as the storm begins,
and I lose my foothold once again.
Life's script is torn.
It's pages scattered
as if the script had never mattered.
All that is left
is the longing for what was lost.
How was I to know this would be the cost?
Life unscripted, cut short
and drawn to a close
not the way anyone chose.
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