AGOSTO

 

24.EPITAPH

I was always cautious when I lived

Everything done by half

Half portions half pints

Half love with half a heart

Half death by half a suicide

Nevertheless

Life hurled itself at me

From places unseen

Relentless

Merciless

Ferociously

Taloned

Forced down the guzzle

With the force of a gale

I squirmed

Wriggled

Strived to slip from its grip

Swooned and played dead

Hid

Acted blind

Prayed for boring

Got thrilling

And then

In the end

 

I was so happy

 

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