Silhouette solitaire à l’écart, avec de lointains échos des autres
Prompt
I reached a place the rest could not,
Yet peace was never what I got.
Their distant steps still echo on,
A quiet weight I carry on.
Did I rise up, or cut the line,
And leave the rest somewhere behind?
A hollow win I can’t outrun,
Am I the kind… or cursed one?
