Nothing Else

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poem 9!! penultimate poem

A lone plane in the cerulean skies,

feverish mood of flying high

The atmosphere's cool and carefree,

Soaring as the winds rushed through me

T'was when I awoke from the whims of dreamland

And I picked the wine placed on the nightstand

I said "forgive me, stranger" as I cupped my hands

And drank from the bottle, without a single glance

Then came the downpour

Of a hailstorm, unknown

The sight of thousand needle-like ice 

Showering the moonless planet of stone

Puncturing through my aching body,

Leaving nothing but bloody remains

A broken sculpture of transparency,

I have no time to play such games

Pale was the face when I realized

How your lips caressed my cheeks

This facade I maintained so gladly

Crumbling down like running creeks

To raise the black butterflies of my past

Erasing the memories of faulty decisions

My worn-down gowns from times gone fast

The doctor advised not to make any incision

As the scalpel of truth made me bleed,

crimson liquid of veritas painting me true

The anesthesia's still potent, sowing seeds

Of sunflowers shining in the shade of you

The present moment fleets so freely

The darkness of blue envelopes me so

To summarize my musings is painful, really

The message hasn't reached the beak of the crow

As the ocean delivers her final waves

As the forest sings with his evergreen voice

As I see your sullen, grief-stricken face

Nothing else matters, we didn't get the choice

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