At Life's Doorstep

Unpublished pieces

It lifts me.
Defines me.
Don't want to die.
Yet every molecule is decaying.
Every brain cell is fractured.
The world ends. I can not save it.
The world calls. I can not hear it.
Endless confusion. Endless tension.
Screaming. No one acknowledges me.
Confused, confusing, rambling.
When I wake up in the morning
I'm still smelling the
wood of my coffin.

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