Anticlockwise

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I lay here forgotten,

My dreams like shattered glass.

My heart has failed—

The pain is coming fast.

This abstract world

Invisible through my sight;

Wishes that once glowed like stars

Now black holes engulfing the sky.

I lay here forgotten

On this bridge of clouds

My eyes have blurred

And in sight there is no sound.

The world that had mothered me

Abandoned me for another child.

It was love that belonged to me—

Now love seems no longer vital.

I lay here forgotten

And even light has lost its shine;

I transform into cracked stone

Breaking in this eternal night.

My tears have become poison

Gray mist—my breath.

But this is the life

That one lives after death.

For I am not forgotten,

I simply have yet to exist.

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