I'm sinking;
In a bog lost somewhere in my imagination.
Time stands still,
I see the hummingbirds feed.
...
Why question that which has no answer.
Multiple regrets burden a soul that never decided.
No excuse was given, an apology never received.
Destiny decided before, a gift given to release.
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At First Sight
I'm sinking;
In a bog lost somewhere in my imagination.
Time stands still,
I see the hummingbirds feed.
I am unable to breathe;
Air becomes concrete around my soul
If death comes, I would embrace her invitation;
as I have never felt so much.
If she knew, only I existed.