Across the Great Expanse

A Poem

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sometimes this world just feels
too big, too wide, too full —
yet on days like these I can look
across a bleeding horizon
and wonder why it feels so empty

why does my heart feel
like a barren cavern?

sometimes I spend hours
just staring at a dusty rose sky
and then I take in a deep breath
to assure myself I’m real, I’m real,
in a world that moves far too fast

why do I hear echoes
instead of a heartbeat?

sometimes the clouds tell tales
in their shapes and motions
as if they’re grand mysteries
I’m someday meant to solve
as everyone else stays clueless

why do I stand on the edge
when I’m so close to falling?

sometimes the wind whispers
sweet nothings to me,
and I wonder if other people
ever feel this way, so lost
in the idea of something greater