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Death or Destiny

So tired, flaking away like dried paint, I crumble.
Lurching from one letter to the next,
So many curving lines to consider,
I reel, teeter on the brink.
The sentences blur like old photos, tattered and grey,
Monochrome memories of visions once golden.
Where is this gold now?
The mind sees the body struggle,
Yet cannot help,
Disparate thoughts lingering,
As though enjoying the turmoil,
Then they, too, flitter away.
Labours of love are the hardest, they say,
Strenuous because they must be right;
This love curdles like gone off cream.
Days and nights are melding,
Eyes closed when not.
I press the keyboard to a well-worked rhythm;
It carries me to where I wish to be:
Death or destiny.



 Within a writer’s mind
 Shelter so many worlds.
 Places beyond imagination
 Some magical; others fantastical;
 Some reflections of our own,
 All striving for life.
 So why is it his own
 That he feels most discomfort in?

 (Image courtesy winter-Falls on deviantart.com)