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Oct 2018
Imagine
waking up in darkness
not dusk
nor twilight
not dim
but no sight

Your eyes can see but there is nothing but black
You reach out your hand terrified
but nothing holds it back

You reach out for walls
or a door
or a surface
but there is nothing there but space

that is how I feel.

today i smiled thinking of death
its warm embrace hugging me
in to a gentle coma of everlasting sleep

then i frowned realising death was a dream
real one day

no doubt when i am in the midst
the midst of love
or passion
or ecstasy
when nothing makes me happier

that's when she will come
beckoning me with a playful hook of an index finger
with a wicked smile knowing i could not say no to her
like an addict
with a spoon,full of brown sweet powder

so for now
i will wait
enjoy what i have.

this is how i feel.
Written by
ian macleod  36/M/uk preston lancashire
(36/M/uk preston lancashire)   
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