Go or Come

 Go away.

I  will not follow you;

no matter how much I want you.

Your dreams are nihilistic.

Some of mine are not.

You are bitter and caustic.

Those feelings are not mine.

But you want me.

'Come to me, just come.'

Resistance is mine.

For now, my feet stay planted.

But for how long?

That is not known.




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Black

Black is the night and my sight.

Comforting it is and so familiar.

And I see a figure approaching.

A bony finger beckoning me.

Beckoning me to join it.

A voice echos 'Walk the walk.

Join me and see an end.

Your blackness shall be no more.'

My eyes see black every where.

A decision is made.

Feet move.




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