anathema

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i was thinking it would be better
   to wake up to golden streets, holy crowns
         and hear the trumpets of joy.
a smell of happiness brewing from everyone
and simply just
          not
                  seeing
                                you

instead i woke up to the awful
              feeling of death
with the sound of rhythmic beeping.
the strong smell of the awful linoleum
                                   floor everywhere
and simply just
        the

               chance
                                of
                                     seeing
                                                   that
                                                             stare
                                                                        again