The soul worn out, life lost its’ lusty persona,
haunting mystery, hope filled misery.
The tunnel of obscurity had come to an end.
Helix of life rested, resolved, sadly un-twirled.
The fallacy had faded as did the lies.
My chair stood still, as my mind swiveled about.
Years squandered to insert myself in a webbed corner,
All evaporated in a moment, leaving a dusty shadow.
Now I took my final stride,
As a pile of blistered ash.
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