gently warmed by the teasing fingers of a breaking dawn
whilst fighting the chills of rigid cold black fear
Rippling through my heart and mind.
Wait! I find before me: a path strewn with...
Corpses: forgotten and forsaken.
I wonder what actions can be taken
to avoid a similar, solitary death?
Sometimes, a flash of light bursts out from the dim
and a roll of thunder breaks through the din.
I think, “That’s it. I’m in.”
But no. Echoes and facades:
All unearthy promises break early hopes.
Somehow, I’ve learned to cope.
Forever I walk in twilight.
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