Saturday, August 13, 2016

Poems and Prose #150 - Zee

Blacked out,
existence drizzles.
My eyelids flutter,
but my sight fizzles.

With no one there
to lend assistance,
I toe the cusp
of nonexistence.

Waking up,
my body granite,
I yearn for one
more breath, goddammit.

And as my
sentience returns,
I realize there'll be
nothing learned.

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