don’t know why i cant speak it
wont let its name form on my tongue
swirl in my spit
not ready to think of the lights
the darkness
the silence
not
now
too many dreams to fulfill
novels to write
plots to fill
of dirt and disorder
buried around my skull
after breath has slowed
then stopped
no
i don’t want to ponder
my legacy
hemorrhaging faith
swallowing hope
accepting my death as defeat
now
studied in books
forums and
under attended memorials
respect never received
as i blinked and breathed
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