out of time
out of words
out of future roads to walk away
no longer finding beauty in the dawn
shrunken world with clouds of gray
dead on arrival
do not resuscitate me
i am gone
to another place where i belong
out of breath
out of speed
no stamina left to run the race
hesitation at the line i’m meant to cross
siren’s ringing
machinery on the fritz
the banshee cries
sing a dirge for me
for i am gone
to another place where i belong
overground
ashes remain
clogging the gutters
of whence i came
slice through the threads that bind me
release me to the wind
i am gone
to that other place where i belong
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