Memento Mori

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Monday, September 13, 2010

Part I - Untitled

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I can see it when its all wonderful.
Now I can see it when the dark clouds
settle, and you are left struggling to stay afloat.
I'm tying your ankles down without even knowing it
and your head bobs just out of reach of the cool air.
You're next, and your last breath
makes me release my hold,
as the current drags me down instead.

1 comment:

  1. So intimately envelops the reader this poem, this perfectly told story.

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