Indeed I may have left
The pinpricks are yet to heal.
My aches yet to subside,
My tears yet to dry
My hiccups yet to cease.
May I suffocate and take my last breath?
Perhaps!
Then shall I cleave to the darkness that riddles my soul?
Succumbing to its chills.
Ice upon my cheeks
Warmth upon my crown
Dare I dream to awake?
Its arm cuddling safe
Goals into the net - game
The best I shall enclave
Enamored of his deep hugs
Summon my refute to lay possum.
The dangers in my pockets
Holey in its khaki envelope
My bruises to the eye of emotions
I live - surviving in the parody
The parallelism of what I was taught
My pillows - the hard cold stone.
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