Before I Go

Carry me to the edge, high above
The deep, unsteady grave,
As I peer down into my own Stretch
To find my everlasting, my mark,
Dust, from Below blisters my concentration,
Pulling me closer, before my contentment,
Thrashing winds around me, pushing
You back into the Flock, as I reach
Not to hold on to fleeting breaths,
But the touch of your life,
So that it keeps me company, in the Abyss,
I’m not afraid to vanish,
I’m not afraid of the unsure,
I just rather have a looping thought of you
As I’m taken, into the Depth.

©DorianPoe2016

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