Waking up,feels great. Then it doesn’t,
I wanted to feel the sunshine appear each morning,
Loneliness eats, then constant fights with pain,
Dry tears, burning eyes, visions to bare,
How do you reach your destination, in clouded air?
To much to change, no nearness of the clock to claim,
On the verge of pulling the choice of life,
Only reassurance is the voice saying don’t throw everything down the drain,
Some extremes may vary for others, mine never change,
Little strength to do all things, is this really my only two choices? Life or death,
What’s near to grab, pull, and rise for the day?
Back and forth trama, can i place the blame?
Rest assured. This might be the only way.
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End.
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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Amazing
Thanks for sharing
Alive is extremely super.