A Cold Solace- part one

If I believe it it must be true, Only if this next day pulls through. If I run straight I never tire, Follow the meter, Follow the cadence, Fall.

I've been here before, Yet here I lay again. The ground is cold and desolate, Yet offers relief from the run. I contemplate the solace.

I study the things around me. I notice the patterns, I notice the time. The time that passes. How long has it been,

A day,

A week,

A life?

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