Kit Kelen #570 - closer

570

closer

here I am at the turning

all my own dark

as in prayer

one wishes to leave

without the bitterness

takes some bluster

like the little blue pill imagined

past it's use-by

the iron taste persisting

see the dark come down

spreads from the ceiling

how dark it is they go

even if to light

the loved

closer

closer

till I am the edge

the turn is at the line abandoned

there's no one there

there never was

there's no one

ever there again