Saturday, January 19, 2013

The End of I

The End of I

am about to sleep.
Away may time slip,
But never may I.

As sky falls,
Darkness comes closer.
So do I,
with no one near.

The moment shall come
when light goes out.
Abandoned blanket
will turn so cold soon.

One more breath
is all 
I ask.

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