PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

I will write until fatigue defeats my mind,

Death will transport me

To another level of thought,

Certainly rejoicing in the idea of being.

Each word a breath,

Each verse an attempt,

Until the mind bows

To its final creative mission.

In the final crossing,

Where dreams and reality meet,

I hope to find the peace

That writing has offered me.

And in the eternal silence,

Where the echoes of letters dissipate,

May death, with its serene touch,

Guide me to the truth of being.

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