Life circles itself through the years, touching
interiorly, my soul, sending it into oceans of
sorrow that continue to crash against my heart.
Tearing apart my strength, leaving me lying on
the surface, being tossed about with no hope
or love.
Unable to grasp onto life anymore, drifting
steadily into the arms of death who is standing
before me.
Waiting for me to give up and come into his arms,
which I am about to do, silent and aware of what
is to come.
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