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Your soul has bolted me here for too long, my love

My grief has shrouded me in guilt and consumed me

Clouded me and my thoughts

Thickened and spread

Vapors swirling behind my eyes

Always watching

Always waiting

For the sign of Death and its black carriage and clammy hands to take me

But that all-seeing, blind bastard won't,

Won't ever take me

Because I beg to go first

I've forged an escape route

And Death either whispers or cries, "No fair!"

Leaves me to my ravages

Then I sullenly

Wait

#poetry

#death

#grief

#imstillhere

#pleasefindme