Wish for Death

Max or Not

one cannot wish
the world away

i say this
for i know

a prism does not merely end
in sloe

its visage
have i given chase

upon this wintry floe

beckoned by my troth
whence i arose

ere i caught the ire
of an arbitrary breath

amity besought the sateless gods

as i, once more

does legacy elude

now, as pithless
as my wish
for death

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Author: oldepunk

Writing about my views of the world in a stream of conscience style

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