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End game

I hear my heart beat slow in me

My breathing measured like rolling sea

The swell of mind it washes round 

The drift of thought shuts out life’s sound

 

The wind of life blows through my frame,

I realise now it’s not a game

A one off try to reach the end

And navigate the the unseen bends

 

But journey is not solitary

Accompanied I’ve been by many

Some have stumbled on the way

While others give up on the fray

 

Headwinds now they strengthen fast 

As I pull myself up to the last

So some one now please take my hand

And help me face life’s last stand

 

As I  need all my inner strength

To help me swim life’s last length

Before I drift without a trace

Below the waves that give me space.

 

25/03/2022. 22:10-22:30

◄ Hope ?

GrEEn mAN ►

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