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6 months ago

Journey From Cradle to Grave

The dark shadow of death

Follows me through the night.

Three and a half steps behind,

My footsteps echo his

Hurried and stumbling.

His eyes mirror mine

Frightened and wet,

Seeking anything familiar in the darkness.

His hands are bound,

Guns, ropes and drugs

Strapped across him.

Weapons, heartbreak, disease.

Which one will be my end?

they cover his mouth,

muffle his words.

He tries in vain to breath life and warmth

To his blue and numb fingers,

Though his breath is colder

Than the air submerging us.

The journey is long and cold,

I'm not sure where it ends.

I look back and wonder:

Is he following me

Or am I following him?


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