Joey Parker

I was once the ember,

burning through flesh and thought,

a hollowed wick in a storm of needles,

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In the hollow breadth of an endless room,

where the walls ache beneath the weight of quiet,

I carry the burden of being—alone,

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Midway upon the path of mortal strife,

I found myself within a shadowed vale,

Where reason warred with fear, and flame with life.

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Midway upon the path of mortal strife,

I found myself within a shadowed vale,

Where reason warred with fear, and flame with life.

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At thirteen, the road was a stretch of gray,

An ordinary path on an ordinary day.

But fate was cruel, its hand unseen,

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