Melancholy Repeat

Image by Team GHB
against waiting light
he clutches shadows of
accumulated disappointments
a constant visitor
comfortable friendship blinding him
from hope

set in his ways,
to the light, he speaks

“There is no destination.
Only a beginning, middle and end
destined to live.”

inherited words he believes
to the last second
as shadows swallow
his breath

in time,
light trickles upon his grassed over grave

flowers burst from earth
near rebels making love
beside his sacred space

through strangers, new life blooms

a second chance, created within
new bones, old soul
set in his ways
destined to live
again,
and again
and again
going through the motions
concluding:

“There is no destination.
Only a beginning, middle and end
on repeat.”

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