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Stephen S
Poems
Jun 2019
Swallowed
Blood trickles down my hand
as I linger at the mouth of the monster.
I scratch,
I claw,
I fight defiantly.
But it is no use.
The fires of this life
are about to burn me away for good.
There is no escape.
Future's end. Nothing awaits me.
Except a dark circle in an empty chasm.
My body weakens.
The totality of it all
becoming ever more apparent.
Tears drip down my cheek
as I fade away.
This is not what I wanted.
But perhaps
it is what I deserved.
Finally,
In one swift, eternal motion
I am pulled down into the abyss.
And erased by the bleakness
that lies there.
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