A free verse echo

Wrapped in tinder

Awaiting the flame

Of a lucid dream

Walls padded

Crippling overtones

Now cascade

To canyon walls

As the dam breaks


The high watermark

Of creativity

Suppressed through

The self-realization

Of doubt and loathing

Like a pebble

Tossed into darkness

It makes no sound

Still, we are afraid

To let go, reach our hand

Into unforgiving silence

And sift through

The charred remains

Of forsaken flames

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