Eventually – succeeded to reach
the Edge of this game preserve,
Eleventh hour – few breaths left;
Game of life played here
For long enough – years after years
Past – cannot be seen now,
They may lost in another dimension
or time made them faded.
Look I am not blind yet.
What I see (!) … what I found (!)
Them! Their bones kissing the ground.
Be quiet. Listen. They whisper
They live here – everywhere – in the air,
Heard the refusal in their voice – time now
Obstinate souls – they are here.
Sitting amidst their dust of bones
Filling empty spaces of my diary pages,
with failing sight, shaking hands
Under observation of thousands immortal gazes.
Time – its time, it’s time to let go
Time to join the army of shadows
But why this thirst- unquenchable thirst
Thirst inside my heart, inside my soul
Might have to come back in another ~ form.
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