In early morn on the horizon
clouds of darkness arise
chasing away the day.
Only observing is difficult -
my inability to hinder
what is to come screams
in my innards and my body.
The physicality of losing
of leaving will take its toll
without me wanting it.
It is the same every time
I go away and my sick mind
will infest my torn torso
with melancholy and doom
over my lost eden here.
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