I clung to his body last night
Pretending this moment would endure
Knowing it would not
I left his side at dawn
His back turned to me on the bed
He did not move toward me
I resisted the cold light
Feeble in clinging to the illusion
The voice that warns
Left unheeded in my reckless pursuit
Of destruction and deception
Helpless to change
My slowly descending road
Unremitting rebellion to the light
A force that drives me
Circular journey
Return to that which
Will not be denied
Wanton
Unfulfilled
Empty
I
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