No one notice that the days are getting shorter, that hope is fading. No one seems to care. These days I notice everything. The whips of smoke that seems to spell your name in the sky. The sweet call of hummingbirds reminding each other of their undying love. The way memories taste like ash and licorice. There’s a fountain of pain that rises up within me, each one recounting my failures, my regrets, my past. The countless ways my heart wraps around dead words, trying to bring them back to life. This world once light me on fire, filled me with hope, kissed me each morning with it’s glorious beauty, now I search the days trying to find something worthy, something that will remind me that life is worth fighting for.
Life is a battle
A cadence of irreversible decisions
The truth bleeds out
From the edges of time
We see nothing
We feel nothing
Until it’s too late
Death lick the nonsense
That flowed from our tongues
We have out played our hands
The curtain is falling
Our nakedness exposed
The air is tight
Thunder is gathering
Exile memories
Bond together
Fighting for survival
At night we sleep with the demons
And rise expecting the world
To bend to our will
We are mere puppets
Walking a thin line
Between life and death©
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