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Among the hopeless I find myself alive
I live on, despite myself.
Never wanted to be the shade I am.
Colourless, reminding myself,
a union of kin, of kings.
Eternally tomorrow,
the days that never come.
Driven by beating sun,
the sculpted clouds.
I walk the salt covered roads,
arid and parched
skin stretched like vellum.
Acrid, the scent on the inhospitable air
Indian ink and ammonia
Dear companion,
the ghostly light.
I never find the way,
the long way away-
away from these hopeless days.
I live on, despite myself.
Never wanted to be the shade I am.
Colourless, reminding myself,
a union of kin, of kings.
Eternally tomorrow,
the days that never come.
Driven by beating sun,
the sculpted clouds.
I walk the salt covered roads,
arid and parched
skin stretched like vellum.
Acrid, the scent on the inhospitable air
Indian ink and ammonia
Dear companion,
the ghostly light.
I never find the way,
the long way away-
away from these hopeless days.
I'm trying to write again, I miss writing.
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i agree with the previous comment, this was great, touching really. india ink and ammonia are familiar smells to me