Sunset

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Yearning, reaching, grasping for the unattainable.
The dream of an island of light, distant… unreachable,
Beyond the horizon.

Drowning, sinking, choking, gasping…
Too blind to see the elusive skin
That would allow a final escape.
The silent screams
Rise and emerge into the air,
The bubbles of urgency, now devoid of meaning, dissolve into nothingness.
And the weight descends, sinking, gliding through the curtains,
Expelling the old memories.

Pink…
Blue…
Indigo…
Black.
The darkness surrounds and encloses,
Its impenetrable veil covering up all traces
Above and below.
First published in TakingITGlobal's Panorama Zine on 18th June, 2007.

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