The Haunting Sky
In those wilted hours
where the mind is a swimmer
in a lightless pool,
I thought I heard a sigh not of my own.
Heavy eyelids opened as I surfaced,
dark eyes searching an unfamiliar room.
Then that voice behind that sigh
took upon itself a form.
I gazed aghast
as my own body was revealed,
forced to watch as it stumbled blindly
from wall to wall,
then I also sighed suddenly perceiving
that this doorless place
was where all haunted nights
must come to, to once again recall
one bright fleeting day of joy
and how it died.
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