Topic: Expressionism . . . The Unknown | |
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Expressionism . . . The Unknown
I feel time's expression within the wounded beats of my heart's fading rhythm there is no exhilaration no rejoicing in my near lifeless soul merely the act of struggling to breath as I lie here racing towards the end of this journey Faint breaths fight the battle that is surely to end with one last sigh from the depths of my failing lungs I cry not because this will be my last memory I cry simply because I am afraid I am not ready yet there is this unbearable cold coursing through my veins that feels like the wind during winter's season that is pushing me closer and closer I shiver wondering if praying that the layers and layers of thoughts I carry with me will keep me warm as I transition to the unknown |
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Pretty good Mig..You seem to capture something there..
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Thank you very much
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