Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 20th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.
Let the tower fall as it crashes down below.
Let the quiet rain voice whisper as it drowns in tow.
The ice cracks underneath my feet, I see the devil trapped inside.
I risk the same fate if I ever dare betray my kind.
The icy path grows thinner, my feet grow larger.
My legs grow heavier and my soles ache harder.
The ice melts and my feet sink below.
I sink further and further, more than you can ever know.
I can’t walk on water, I’m no Jesus.
I can’t walk on water even if it freezes.
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