Dénouement

A poem about futures unknown.



Empty footsteps echo on empty halls,

The denouement that slips further and further away,

With each scribbled word on the dot dot dot…

Waiting for you to write me into existence.

Thoughts welcome.

© 2020 by The Unlearning Project. 

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