The End

Sat, 01/06/2018 - 00:05 -- Lora

Dear Death, 


You wait patiently,

As I stumble through life,

Intoxicate myself with my thoughts,

and questions,

You wait-- because I'm waiting,

for answers of my own,

What will I do with my life?

What will tomorrow be like?

How do I find my own purpose?


you watch me get closer to you,

pondering over great mysteries,

risking multiple things at once, 

to find the thrill of brushing past you,

while swinging on a thread,

Only you know,

the moments I am so close

to your open arms,

prepared to catch me

after my questions are answered,


catch me if you can

-Lora Beribaka





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