On the other side
Lays a continent
Of vultures
Picking the parts
Of those, not valiant enough
To stay awake
On this side of the window
I can see only but the skeletal coating
Of melancholy
Sweating the fear
Out of me
As if I have stored it
In the solitary corners of my mind
This entire time
Most
Go in denial
They ignore
The current of misery
That runs down the mountains of life
Poisoning
all trees
all plants
all animals
despite
How close
despite
How far
We’re still
One race
Destroying
The composure
Others before us
Fought for with zeal
A zeal
That dejectedly couldn't survive
on this side
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