nathan lyle

July 23, 2024

Falling off the steps I've climbed,
there's pause enough to see
how far away I'm sitting from the place I'm meant to be.
My muscles ache, I'm bruised and tired,
and the fading sun has hidden well
the last shreds of my pride and hope... and they pin me where I fell.
The shadows of now that have followed me from when I was so young,
taunt me with their promises while breaking every one.