Floating.
A part of me is slipping away.
The clock's arrows speeding.
Once tight hold loosening
Until I can't feel it. Touch it no more.
Far beyond reach
Far beyond what my mind can comprehend
Blurring
While I'm lying dead-still. Quite Disabled.
Feels like floating.
A part of me lost. Stolen.
All of me dying , except my pen
Writing is my only solace.
//5.8.18//
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