A hopeless cause
A fallacy
A sense of desperation
A causeless hope
All felt during a sharp inhale of dead space
And a slow inhale of warmth and serenity
Breathe in and breathe slow
Lose yourself inside the abyss
Find comfort and be found
Yet still be lost without reprieve
Still felt on a short inhale
Departure on exhale followed by a cough
Opening a false sense of rebellion
Discarded skin with a necessary husk
Perhaps a need to be accepted
Yet also rejected
Hold on tight
Death is becoming you
Reminder of the past
The memories that fail to die
Closer now than they were before
An imitation of an early exit
Embrace is welcome
Lungs fill as the ashes past and present fall
Hold on tight
Let go
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