9/7/21

the last lines of blue



life is becoming

a series of small

letting go's


clenching hands

opening up and

releasing 


diminishing greed lies

winded and sullen

somewhere distant

and strange to me now


  its late afternoon and

  evening is approaching,

  I'm just starting to exhale

  as the day is cooling off


  the sky's changing color

  and my eyes are fixed upon

  the last line of blue

  left before black


I'm feeling what its like

to slowly fade away

but I'm enjoying it more now


and soon

  in the midst of a deep

  perfect darkness

I will leave


dark breeze blowing 

through my hair


dark breezes

       blowing


don't let it

surprise you



(Gif from unknown internet source)



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