TRANSCENDENCE
Cold breath of the early October,
dried leafs whispers beneath my feet.
…no memories left, just a remembrance.
…restless, sleepless… lifeless.
The life betrayals and lies
have me pinned down to my bed.
Toxic fumes expelled from my heart.
The milky clouds of poison rolls trough
every cell, like a fog through the valley.
I don’t need a gun; I just stay here longer.
The night was long. Sticky cold sweat
saturated my skin. I am feeble!
My heart is silent; it is luminous…
Crispy gasp of the windy October
and a remembrance.
Sweet.
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