My Spirit is Dying


My spirit is dying,
Its embers succumb in a desolate place,
My spirit is dying,
Weary defeat, rampant upon this battlescarred face.

My spirit is dying,
The light is diminished as a lonesome dusk falls,
My spirit is dying,
Silent the night, ‘cept the loons call.

My spirit is dying,
Darkness advances, resemblant of flooding tide,
My spirit is dying,
Suspended in limbo, listless, softly, I cried.

My spirit is dying,
Sight fades, everlasting memories dwindle and wane,
My spirit is dying,
Blood infrigidates these once bloated veins.

My spirit is dying,
From this world I nonchalantly, languidly drift,
My spirit is dying,
Death steals this philanthropic gift.

My spirit is dying,
Souless cadaver lies dormant, quiescent,
My spirit is dying,
Life extinguished, reduced, obsolescent.

My spirit is dead,
I saunter the universe, a contrasting plane,
My spirit is dead,
Eternally consigned to this heavenly domain.

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About Tino

Fighting to save the sanity of a slightly demented forty something, who is fast approaching becoming a more than slightly demented fifty something ;-) View all posts by Tino

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