death, palpable,
as the air thickens
and breaths quicken,
with thoughts awry

regrets multiply
as visions past
fly by,
too quick
to ascertain
what remains

hope's flower,
quickly devoured,
as needs' hour
refuses to reply

sleep's peace
and no release
as a lifetime
of vicissitudes
consume me

slumber, sleep,
these dark passages
I cannot keep
as regret, remorse
and illgotten course
overcome me

no repair
for the irreparable,
only despair
for the irreplaceable,
this night

come silent,
come quick,
despicable one,
and take me now
before the sun.

July 18, 2010.

Copyright © 2010, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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