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There’s less of me now
I dissipate daily
One emotion at a time
Falling from grace
Like a rock from a cliff
Shards of me crumbling
Just crumbling away
Less than a person
Worse than a ghost
Grey eyes dispersing a gloom
That permeates this soul

Freedom deserts me
I’m no longer myself
Walking the high wire
In concrete boots
Awaiting the plummet
Whilst watching birds fly
So far and so free
Wondering if angels do too
I’m less than I was
There’s less of me now
With never enough to save

Thank you for reading

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.


Six Word Stories: A Trilogy of State

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Part 1: Freedom

We dreamt. We believed. Peaceful revolutions.

Part 2: Alliances

Darkness gathers beyond the flickering candles.

Part 3: Liquidation

Hopes in held breaths, never released.

Thank you for reading