Writing

I'm bound to this 
Frame of mind 
For the time that has passed 
Leaves more and more 
Of a mark on my 
Soul 

Our story is the same as the one before 
The pages have faded with time 
And the words once written so elegantly 
Are smudged and unreadable as the days go by

And the years that passed 

I forced you

Lord Celebrimbor 

to make 16

more rings

of which

were for dwarves 

and men alike

Forgive me

I acted delirous

but forging

them was fun

I 

  Am  

          Going 

It was not exactly an old town, or one that was particularly well known. The houses neither new nor falling down.  There was an odd feeling about the place, however.

I have a plan

I am

I am

I’m running so fast

going nowhere

just going

forever

I won’t stop to catch my breath

I won’t stop for life or death

I’ll keep going

going

going