cenoecox
Well-Connected
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Aug-14-2007 19:50
His Last Night
Blaring voices from a bullhorn fell upon deaf ears.
Numbness slowly seeping through the man-boy's brain,
conquering it as he tunneled through
sheet rock into the last uncaring hotel room.
Like a trapped animal he fled, seeking to preserve
all the hopes and dreams he was never allowed to attain.
All too soon, he recognizes it is not meant to be. He has to run, once again for the last time.
Cold metal burning into his palm, fleeting images
flickering through his last thoughts.
Me. You. Hope I see you again. So weary.
No more strength to fight. So much easier to curl up
and remember one last time.
Family. Brother. Mother. Lover. The friends, all too few.
Hope they understand.
Jaw clenching as he prepared for the last sound he would
ever hear.
He saw her hair, free and rippling, her mouth curving in a smile
as she gently ran one hand over him,
smoothing his brow in a loving caress.
His face relaxed as he thought of her eyes gazing upon him,
lashes fluttering for one moment, one last time,
as she once again kept his mind clear enough to focus.
And when it came, it was painless and he could feel her love all around him.
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