by Obscure   Mar 21, 2023

Your fingers wander up my spine
Piercing through hazy nightmares
Where haunted souls tend to hide
Catching whiffs of memories
And shades of things to come

I have so little time,
Why not do more?
But I exist moment to moment...
Testing the water six years ahead
When I will complete the plunge,
A drowning humpback
Singing myself to rest

And our rest is hollow
Full of empty spaces
Where life could have been
Now decaying existence
Lingers in this hallowed rust.

- © Obscure 2023


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