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
eludes
and no release
exudes,
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.
7/18/10
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