You’re just out for the day
You’re not too far away
Not like you left this place
Traversing some inter dimensional space
Those thoughts I keep locked away
Because the moment they go astray
He is gone
The words resound like a clock tower striking one
The walls begin to close in
Until my bones are broken
Breathing stilted
Smile wilted
The veil lifted
Reality tilted
My guiding light
A beacon in the night
A spark
In the dark
Snuffed
Death took a foul breath and huffed
I didn’t realize until after
What a blessing it is when life comes with a source of laughter
How sweet the sound
In it, I happily drown
I can’t breathe anymore
It echoes long after I shut the door
I continue on my way
You’re just out for the day
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Neelam Sharma
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Very beautiful very very simply beautiful