Morning comes, and with it brings, Sweet peace for a fleeting breath- But on the exhale, a torturous wave of sorrow washes in the tide of our love's death. I gasp for air to stay afloat; And as I do, I question, "Why?" Would it not be sweeter to flail asunder; To retreat in the depths as black as night? For this fear that grips my tired body, Will surely take hold and ask to stay- And this weak body will have not the strength to fight it; So it shall strangle me throughout this day. Oh, fear you will incase me- in whole and completely, So as to walk in my form's stead; And I will become so engulfed in entirety, That I will cross over to the living dead. "Why then?" I ask, would I fill these lungs, With one more breath that would in certain prolong, My knowledge for even one more moment, That my life with you is forever gone...
Reason for writing:
An incredibly sad time in my world...one of those encounters with life that justifies the old saying, "That which does not kill us, only makes us stronger."
Birth sign: Aquarius
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