I feel the curtains drawing closed,
The final chapter written,
The searing fire of inspiration hosed,
By death I find I’m bidden
Resistance dimmed by fire dying,
Violent thrashing all for naught,
On death’s grey bed my final sighing,
No more resisting, though I ought
The spark of life forever lost,
I can’t bring myself to grieving,
Love’s final, lethal, ultimate cost,
Chest’s final life-breath heaving
I ponder this, my destiny,
As though I’d more to offer,
Laughing softly, now I’m free,
No more good deeds to proffer.
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