Blank

Blank … until I begin
essential like the wind
that slams doors closed that should never have been opened…
and whistles through the closed windows of the abandoned cabin
where love once resided…
alas but for a time
it was tenuous and declined
under force of distilled wine
forgetfulness and remembrance
and recognized resemblance
to the past… oh the past…
it strikes twice
unlike a match
the high price
my soul
couldn’t hack
despite the fact
that I have a knack
for bearing suffering
and still being relaxed
I was shaken to my core
heartbreak relapse…

Errol Percival Jr. (Dai-Ikiru Maximillion)

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