whispers
of tomorrow
chase mockingly;and
laugh
hauntingly
as I mourn
all that never
was.
what hope remains
for fearful souls?
i’m gonna….
i hope
i pray…
…..
pleas of weakness.
delusional affirmations.
death,
rescheduled.
So i whisper this
to you:
live
now.
write
now.
dance
now.
be
here,
with me,
now.
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