The incessant rain keeps
beating on the roof as
the minutes keep ticking
away, the day I slept dying,
its unlived hours sent
to rest among forgotten
days, unkempt graves
of memories, forged
with a failing hand
when the future was
to be made - and was
made, into this.
28.08.2023
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