Nigh to All
I stagger toward the end
weeping, wailing, fighting.
The end is nigh and I'm not ready.
I so desperately want to go back
But the bane of my existence does not allow.
Back! Go back! Please God let me!
I would do anything to remain–
But there is no way. I must
Learn to move on– no matter the pain.
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