I find that often
during times
when I reflect
back down the line
A saddening
has indeed been
a constant thing
to cruelly
pre-define
a trend
in the bending
of a tragedy
misery’s timeline
when I look
more closely
at the heavy
weighing down
dragging the line
of my ever-darkening
own, grown legacy
the only thing
then, that truly seems
left for me
to dare perceive
as belonging to me
to conceive or believe
as I also lose
and also find
my mind, in time
I find that
I’m at borderline
just temporarily
it’s all so clear
fleeting moments
fully aware
heavy torment
I can hardly bear
the darkness here
or the sunshine there
I always sink
atonement
beyond every brink
fathomless
bottomless pits
dark omens
where blackness persists
among settling bones
misery’s metronome
tick – tick – tick
within the inner hollow
Life’s slowing drip
no more grip
on tomorrow
the present moment
is all of my sorrow
silt settling on bones
dirt shoveled over
our buried loved ones
a human component
the final atonement
the weight
from the shoulders
too late
and it’s over.
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