Archery

Too busy playing
With fraying threads
Losing ribbons of
Silk along the way

You sleep and dream
Of happiness
Because reality
Hurts your brain

Eyes fed up
With the same old
On just a different day
Your patience

Is at a cliff edge
One more step
And the ground
Will crumble away

Who will catch you
when you fall –
the hunter or the –
prayer?

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