J.S. Jr. 

Your image becomes clearer as the smoke dissipates.

It’s like you have been standing there for all these years, clenched jaw and all.

Just awaiting my lowly arrival. 

You anticipated my failures, and you have come to collect my tears.

Such a trophy for you, is it not?

Even, in all your glorious wisdom; how could you have known I would do this? 

My failures fire your revelry.

Dance in my misery, you have won once again. 

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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