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The words I write,
come harder now,
as I can no longer,
find the time and
must leave, for now.

Black is the coal.
White is the Snow.
Life is at a standstill.
I have no place to go.
The road to Perdition,
is the slow road I know well.
A well travelled road,
leading straight to Hell.

I want to run,
I want to hide,
for this life is just,
a one way ride.
Enjoy yourself,
when you can.
Remember you don't
need a new plan.

Why must I write
these words on this day,
when I no longer
care about what I say?

Our life passes by,
quick, like a wink.
Keep your eyes open,
don't even blink,
words won't be there.
What do you think?

How can you explain the joy felt,
when you see an old friend?
I would like to bottle it up,
and take a small sup,
to bring back the elation
once again.

The insanity I feel,
will hopefully, soon pass,
for if it doesn't,
my style of writing,
will no longer play,
for I write of love,
hate and dismay,
of being unable to
complete another sentence today.

Weep not for I,
for I march alone,
across the plains
to the unknown.
Near the crater,
amongst the trees,
to a place which
will not freeze.
Dumb are these words,
in this strange verse,
for I say out loud,
this is my dearth.

My head is spinning,
going around and around.
It's quite odd in the spin
as I hear not a sound.

The fire had grown dim
from an old flame from the past.
A hungering inflection of the way
we were then. Another time,
another lost dream, has returned
to this life, no matter the cost.
It's not what it seems
for the love of another, has never
crossed this floor. A short stay here,
at least not any more.

I am so shallow,
so shallow am I.
If I had any courage
I would ask you why.
Why you ignore me
day after day,
when all you would
have to do, is say,
leave me alone,
just go far away
for I haven't the time
for you on this day.

What about me? What about you.
Isn't there anything we can do,
About your memory loss,
Or dreams of the past.
Most of your long term memory
is gone now; short term memory bad.
For you can't remember anything
of the conversation we just had.