exquisitus

 

 

 

 

Only the caress of silence causes sighs

          in the darkness of early morning hours

Reality grasps for purchase in the shakiness

          of the cliff you provide

Gasping as you submerge me

          as I beg, even against my will

And I feel my sanity slipping

         dissipating into the abyss

Struggling…and struggling…and weakening

         knowing my resolve is ebbing

Mercifully you allow the release,

         and I die again, and again, and again…

 

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