Good morning world.
It's been a while since I last saw,
clear as a bright blue day,
and the sun lights the way.
Now I know.
But I've always known.
That it would come to this.
The shell of my being,
it is wearisome.
I've clasped it to my face for so long,
became scared to take it off.
Beneath it, raw nerves lay exposed,
nobody can touch this.
Not even me.
I am not the only one,
but I am the only me.
And for that, I am sad,
and for that, I am glad.
Because after the now,
comes the infinite everything.
I welcome it with pain.
A lonesome dance to lay me to rest,
a sharp pain,
rapid breathing,
the cold of the floor,
biting my bones.
My arm stretched out to meet my end,
ragged final breath and it takes my
hand.
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