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darkness falls

rotten to the core of man / worms nibbling away at corpses / the hungry and the frozen stiff / hope as the ultimate saviour / mankind is a fragile species / I am no longer / participating

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in graves / dug by hand / I stand / mortality’s fleeting end / a mist of death / hovers / I close my eyes / sinking fast

a.g.a.i.n (prequel #1)

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circle-no-10:

my heart is beating faster than normal

I am staring into the screen, scrolling up and down a

document; a specification of some kind,

click-click – a paragraph highlighted

click – highlight gone

click-click; click

scroll up – scroll down

my heart is beating faster

click

I cannot show it affecting me

click

scroll

click-click

scroll

It must have been about an hour later I realised I could no longer breath…

I have to go now – flight mode on

I stood up, turned left and walked out the office. I did not shed any tears but only because I filled my head with the mantra “there is a bottle of red waiting”, that kept me going. I cannot recall how I got home but I suspect the usual route was taken. The decision of what to do next was fast approaching.

Update: I stayed home for three days but did eventually return to the place of work. The situation got resolved and I stayed on for another four months before fell ill, and I am still in recovery.

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End of Days

then came the end of days / my end of days / the start of my fall from grace / “I do not love you anymore” the final statement / I said nothing, knowing full well the signs were showing / very well then, so be it / I just wished you could have said / “I love you”, just once / before you pushed me / ever so gently towards the edge / my fall from grace commencing

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for 30 years I fed the beast / my hypomanic monster / for 30 years it gnawed away / to leave me null and void / for 30 years of serving others / never slowing down / for 30 years I walked the walk / now spineless I withdraw

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the scrapbook of lovers departed / pages stained and soiled / memories of times of heartache / leftover from a witless fool

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“at times I fantasise that I could be more than marginalia in your memoirs, more than a misplaced hyphen on blank page”

– c#10 – misplaced hyphen

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“It is difficult to explain the pain that comes from not feeling anything at all”

– me,

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mates

tonight we gathered / the mates of old / a few drinks shared / with news from all / the local waterhole / a convenient spot / to remember / among friendly faces / how things progress; how things do not / I shared my story / withholding naught / about months in bed / about disabling pain / about failing sleep / and the long way back / tonight we gathered / the mates of old / their support / overwhelming

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