Lust for life

Sometimes the luster of life
vanishes right before your eyes
like a dream dreamt in a stupor
a lull, dying wishes broken
into bits and pieces
floating as though images
wispy upon damp clouds
the moisture escaping unchecked
upon the nightly pillow
a whimper, of pain
snakes out as though recoiling from a strike
the poison
the words
the intent alone
causing demise
and suddenly the desire
the lust for life
fades beneath the crushing waves
never knowing what was left behind.
A memory?


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