Return

I constantly speak of love and life _ yet I am dying quick twist of-knife. And secretly wish my eventual death. Solemn await my last-of-breath. If it is true that we lie in peaceful slumber within eternal rest. Then I should toil with all my efforts to be rewarded the elusive bliss. My time upon this realm, once of need and usefulness _ Has quickly reared its wag of tail _ now in circles I give chase. Hold back the fear of how it will come; of never feeling the wind again, or the warmth of the noble sun. The time is nigh the point of one _ the space in time where I’d begun. Will it be where I’ll no longer yearn, or will it be where I’ll burn? It calls for me through the eyes I see _ and wait for my return. ***09112020