Oct 16, 2008

now and within

On this wayward,
Where do I go?
Where do I come?
The light cornering the street,
Fades to wilt,
The air descends to gravity
Bereft of its warmth
The roads don’t want to know me,
The paths choose to ignore me
Ennui resides, hope adjourns,
Apocalypse is here,
Now and within.

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