Some shitty poetry cause I'm sAD

My last morning, engulfed in warm cotton over frigid cold

A good last impression of the sunrise stamped into my skin, colouring me a soft magenta

Green eyes fix on me from the night stand

Gasping for breath, my lungs fill with burnt coffee, gasoline, and uncertainties 

The temperature drops.

I sit in a marsh on a September evening, back pressed against a tree

My socks had long since been soaked through, but I persist, as I have a responsibility 

Capture, hold and secure.

What about when I'm done ?

With a surgeons precision I cut the cord.

The light is harsh, and all I know is gone.

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I'm not gonna pretend it's good, but I'm upset okAy >:(


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