a constant incessant whisper that
echoes hard within;
your hollowed, hazy muddled skull
finds no reason to defy
a voice as hoarse as a crackling storm,
of waves crashing against jagged shores
it bids you eternal farewell—
alas, you are asleep

your eyelids open to grainy light
your head is overwhelmed
still by them demon knights;
your expectant, eager fingertips
reach out for what is no longer there—
confusion rattles against barred cages,
the frowns set deep in stone

don't cry, sweet love
what comes and goes
your life throbs faintly yet
lift your wrist and a feathered quill
pen your goodbyes to salvation
over your pulse—
(yes i can hear them still)
to that lonely breeze
over the next monsoon

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