Why?

Who do I say,

Do I say that I am?

What am I now,

Am I now that I was?

When will it be,

Will it be truly me?

Where does this end,

Does this end with a dream?

Oceans rolled,

Storms approached,

I died in the cold,

A lost, broken soul.

Pieces of me,

Crumbling;

All I could see

Were the blind men running.

Their attempts to provide,

For a future not yet coming,

Spoke frozen lies

To the heart I was becoming.

And then-

Only then!

Now - only now do I see

My face has been covered;

It’s too hard to breath.

Don’t break me out

Break me out of silence,

Because this

Ice, cold and frozen

Hardens,

Silences,

Deafens,

Witnesses

The slow break,

The easy descent

Into finally,

Finally

Nothing.

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