Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Lungs bursting with pressure,
a heady struggle for breath.
The twinkling light in your vision
a precursor to death.

Your arms open slowly
embracing that fate,
the beauty of knowing
life is no longer at the stake.

Begone winding rivers.
Goodbye sweet poppy fields.
Adios my dear lovers.
My retreat finally real.

This death holds no sorrow
just the absence of light.
You won't see me tomorrow
but I promise I'll write.

Send your blessings and tissues
well wishings aflight.
Let the wan moon console you
as I kiss that dark knight.

Tentacles stretch before me,
around me and through.
It is time for my story
to end. 'm done with you.

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