Forced inside darkened room.
Shall this be my doom?
Holding tight memories’ plume.
Smoke billowing senses.
Bewildered before moon’s darkness.
Skies of pale.
Gray…
I wonder.
Of flame dwindling.
Of cold gush.
Of…
Never.
Being.
Young.
Will today be the last day?
Will it bring…
More pain than pleasure.
As always…
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