In the morning they realized
that the expectations
upon them
had been beyond grandiose
beyond reasonable,
beyond attainable,
beyond reality.
It had been thrust upon them,
trusted to them
for no good reason
other than
they were next
and something
was expected.
No one knew what,
but something...
someone,
comes next.
Next to what?
Next to who?
No one knew.
Unfair to be judged so harshly,
yet so forged in their likeness
so driven to succeed
beyond reasonability,
the burden
their curse,
murdered
by the father
trust slaughtered,
they were doomed.
Fair is not an equation.
Fear is.
Like the crystal vase
smashed by the mother in law.
Graceful, Fragile, Elegant
...and gone.
Not to be judged
less each splinter,
every shard,
be examined
for weakness
or flaw ...
Or was The Whole
the illusion?
The shards reflecting
the delusion of their
Splintered reality?
The truth
is in the voids,
eternally avoided.
No matter there.
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