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Bereft

As fog besets the camp outside
I'm in this cell with thoughts of dying
Will they mourn me? Will they even cry?
If out-winks the wick of a beautiful mind?

In Hell's pit where worm doth writhe
It's what I get, my pearl's before swine
The closing of chapters
Death's knell sounds like laughter
Is it sin pining for a life ever after?

Entombed with thoughts and draws of breath
Lunacy with out but inside quiet's kept
The passing of hours
Each Tick, Tock devours
Resolve never cowers when to life there's nothing's left....
Bereft

--Alex M., Adult