A Slow Collapse - William Ryan Fritch

A slow collapse a gradual greying…

Like wisps of fog rolling allow collapse.

A slow collapse only prolongs the pain…

We’re too proud to see the need for change.

Such a drowsy discontent a placid indifference.

What is gone has not been lost it’s been given away.

Oh blind.

Blind and struggling in the water

Blind.

Blind and struggling in the water

Such a drowsy discontent a placid indifference.

What is gone has not been lost, it’s been given away.

What is lost has not been taken, it’s been given away.